Powerplant Doorway

There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.

“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.

The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.

Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.

On the other side of the hole through this wall was a printout with the Kool Aid Man on it.

No more bailouts. No excuses.

From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.

This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.

Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.