An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.
Pointing a light at my camera from down Miller Creek Drain. Do you see the scale of it? It’s huge!
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
One of my favorite signs. I imagine something like this happened when it was put up: “Wow, that’s a big sign.” “Yeah, you’re going to be putting it up in the elevator at the service door.” “Have you thought of may locking the door?” “What?” “You know, lock it so that there’s no risk, sign aside, of us going through and falling to our death.” “Shut up and just install the damn sign.”
A shot of Longmont from the highway. Fuji 35mm.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.