This is the building with the water tower on top, full of Barcol stuff that did not sell at auction and not worth the trouble to scrap.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
From the 1909 addition, it’s obvious how much water it takes to carry a single wall to, into and through the cracks between the floor tiles: exactly one roof’s worth.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
The license plate reads “Farm Truck”.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.