A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
The command building and a coolant tank. In the distance, rain and hail pound Wyoming dirt.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
There are a few campers parked in the abandoned buildings around the NAD. I am guessing that they were once a more secure place to store such things OR they have always been wide open, and this was a quick and free way to dump unwanted toys.