The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
Looking out of the boarded windows in the Great Western Sugar office.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.