The pipes in the boiler would be full of water, so the heat in the furnace.
Looking through the open windows of the Bunk House toward what I think is the outhouse for the miners. There’s a big bench in the middle of the bunk house that was used as dinner table.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
In the women’s restroom.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.