The lower floors of King Elevator are scrapped and ruined. Nearly everything that is not concrete has been destroyed. Some time ago it seems that someone built a tarp-roof hovel inside of the ground floor.
Two roads; the left one you can walk down, but you have to answer questions when people ask. The right one–you don’t want to be found on that one.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
Ask your dentist about brushing your teeth with asbestos!
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.