The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
The four buildings seen here comprise almost all of the notable remaining structures.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
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.