Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
Inside a guard shack.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
The second floor in the smaller house, which was a bit smaller than the Head Keeper’s house.
There is a cool old air compressor in the corner of the powerhouse.