I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.
Moisture and temperature changes have hoisted the wooden floors of the first floor classrooms.