The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
The cemetery for the old asylum is, sadly, largely unmarked. Only in recent years has there been a real effort to locate and identify the remains there.