Old Entrance Shaft

A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!

I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.

Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.

Looking at the rear of the mill, through dead vines and barbed wire.

A typical dwelling in San Luis. I could not tell if it was occupied, but most of the town is abandoned.

A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.

There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.

The top of the grain handler of Ogilvie’s. The flagpole serves as a lightning rod. In fact, I would not be surprised if that was its primary purpose.

I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.