Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.
A siren near the main road. Is it an air raid siren?
An original stencil-brushed sign.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.