The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
A gate large enough to accommodate a missile, next to the ruins of the guard shack. Wyoming is the intersection of lonely and beautiful.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.