The southernmost houses in Gilman are seen through the pines on the right, near the tram stop.
An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.
The Big Dipper brought its friends into view, and the best seat is 80-feet up.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
Near the lower portal of the tunnel, a manhole cover seals the electrical connection for the streetcar line. Twin Cities Lines is the predecessor for Twin Cities Rapid Transit.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.