This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
An exit from the concourse.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.