In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.