If there were no other options, operators could climb this ladder from the Communications Room to the surface, after opening two heavy steel hatches, of course.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Ringling, MT is spread thin across the grassy land.
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
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