Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
Fire doors and penis talk.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.