On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
The back side of the hotel is plain, but for a fire escape.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
The historical entrance.
This is an elevator to move mine car loads of sand to the surface for cleaning and eventually glass production. Below is a flooded equipment vault. In front and behind is a loop through the larger tunnels in the mine. The horizontal braces supported electric cables for the mine carts.
The left cave is the largest of the three, and shows the most evidence of expansion.