Chester Creek takes many such sliding dives where it empties into Lake Superior.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.