“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
A decaying door of the Medical Director for the unit. Because this is from one of the outbuildings and not Administration, I doubt that this was the Medical Director of Norwich State Hospital’s office.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
One thing that made the Eagle Mine unique is the underground mill, left of this picture. As the rocks moved down the mill, they would be turned into finer and finer powder.