One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
Don Crist ’83. Brick Graffiti Series.
A wide view (15mm) of the shadow 4B is casting on 4A. Light leaks because of cheap camera.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.
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.