Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Construction lights were still plugged in from the last inspection. Note the murals on the walls.
Kat’s pretty cool.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
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.