Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
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.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
In the modern control room at the base of the white elevator tower are the electronics that ran the newer building, its rail components and boat-loading component. The superstructure permeates all spaces here, as can be seen with the crossing I-beams in the main office.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
A scribbled note on a doorframe… lost details.
In its later years, metal was welded over every door and window on the ground floor.