Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
These stairs connected some small main-level offices with one of the main sewing rooms above. Because the roof on this building was strong, it was pretty well preserved–look at those colors. Through the open fire door on the left, though, you can see that the roof has given out.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
Where workers would sign documents and collect their pay.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.