Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
Mark, as seen from the back of one of the caves, to give the reader a sense of scale.
Looking out of the Brewery Creek Drain outfall at night, after a storm had pushed piles of rocks up onto the shore.