Looking out of the boarded windows in the Great Western Sugar office.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
The Big Dipper brought its friends into view, and the best seat is 80-feet up.
At Treasure Mountain mine. This collapsed building was likely the 1937 Compressor House, which pushed compressed air and water into the Sanitago Tunnel in the time it was producing.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
The side stairs were worn smooth by use.
A yellow house above the mineshaft.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100