The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.
The main staircase of the old hospital had… problems.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
An auxiliary crane in the corner of the foundry room.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.