“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
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One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
Somewhere there was a hoe left on the ground. Given that we had read articles about photographers being mugged around the abandoned projects, we felt it wouldn’t hurt to carry this around. I am glad we did; it made a great musical drumstick against the warped Wheeler Rec Center floor.
The valley is full of rocky peaks that stand out from the winding creeks, which only truly run after storms. It is a very beautiful place.
The main street of the ghost town is also the maintenance road for the BNSF line that bisects Colmor.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
See http://www.thecarriedeer.com/ for details.