The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Some warnings on the older battery which was visibly older than its eastern counterpart. This set of batteries had no railing between the side of the ovens and a long drop onto railroad tracks… I like this picture because it shows the effects of the heat and corrosive gasses on the area around the ovens.
The meticulously tiled dry house shower floor–cracked by frost.
When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.