The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.