Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
Between all of the buildings was dense growth, especially vines.
While it looks like ground level, everything here is one story above the actual earth.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.