After looking at the mining facility near the Columbia Mine Preserve from the outside last week, now it’s time to step inside.
This is already the second floor, from a total of six. Thanks to the broken windows, the wind has done a decent job cleaning the place.
Moving up. This feels like one of these dungeon computer games where you have to deal with cute monsters on the way up (or down). I am pretty sure I know where the undead from the three (!) cemeteries I passed on the way spend their free nights.
Further up. It also reminds me of Snakes and Ladders. One misstep, and you have to start climbing all over again, if you can.
The eeriest part of the place is the sound. Birds have conquered it, and the sounds they make are surprisingly close to human chatter. Maybe this place is some sort of temple for them.
It also feels like I am an exploring some alien space ship. I have absolutely no clue what these enormous machines were used for.
Not only birds have left their stains. Monsters, undead, animals, aliens — what do we fear most?
Down again, unharmed. Two decades ago, this place was busy with people who worked there. Where are they now, what are their stories?
The Inner Frame 