Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
My first picture at Nopeming, sometime around 2004. The same year that the county stopped mowing the lawn.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
We people are so small.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
A safe distance from Prize Mine is its dynamite storage vault, designed to explode up–not out–should the worst happen.