Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
An exit from the concourse.
This tunnel goes to the adit over the Eagle River Mills. I bet those carts go fast down here!
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…
The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.
Far above the areas that were heavily scrapped, I found some old bottles to collect samples of the sour mash whiskey as it made its was from the distillation room to barrel filling.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Snow weight collapsed this warhead assembly building. Now its warped roof looks like a wave.