A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
While it looks like ground level, everything here is one story above the actual earth.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
Old hospital beds.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.