Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
The truck scale is closed at Lena, MB.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
On the left are rows of dayrooms; on the right is one of two long hallways which connect the two halves of the hospital. The large, center section of the hallway would fit chairs for patients to look out on the gardens. They called it a conservatory. This hallway would be as close as some patients would get to nature.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.