The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
A set of air intakes and exhaust pipes over the buried communications and control equipment rooms.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.