The only good shot I have of the top of Battery A, in the upper left. Though it seemed to have been disused before its neighbor it had a lot less growth on it.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Looking across the ruined skyway that connects the two elevators. I wanted to walk across it, but my exploring parter held me back.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
A look at another “Belt-o-Vator”. I like the sign.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.