When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Core samples archived under the laboratories.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
Look both ways, people.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.