Cobble streets wrap around the inside of the fort.
Ultimately, it was the bad roof that doomed these buildings.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.