Coming to an inspirational poster near you… what should it read? ADVENTURE AWAITS? Don’t hang posters. Go outside.
Kate shooting the cascade of rotten boards and steel siding that is Chain O’ Mines’ gold mill. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.
Some of the earlier buildings were dressed up with brick facades.
Hand-shooting 4×5 underground. Must be Kate Hunter.
C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
Somewhere there was a hoe left on the ground. Given that we had read articles about photographers being mugged around the abandoned projects, we felt it wouldn’t hurt to carry this around. I am glad we did; it made a great musical drumstick against the warped Wheeler Rec Center floor.
From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
Harris Machinery rests under snow on the left. Two explorers enjoy the view.
Now, to add a human scale.
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.
Play on, Hunter. (Two keys worked on this thing.)
Past the underground repair shop is this cliffside adit.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
Hunter and the Hoist House.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
Hunter’s custom large format rig looks pretty cool, doesn’t it?
Check that waterfall!
Do you like Hunter’s tattoo?
Below the historic National Guard Armory.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
The Wheeler Rec Center was very nice and included gymnasiums and a pool.
…out of our depth.
Kate stands on top of the tailings pile that added some usable land to the side of the gulch. Somewhere nearby is the buried Santiago Tunnel.
Frankie and Quarantine pictured.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been getting reports that several Yellow Helicopters have been seen hovering above town. We are all aware of the Black Helicopters, which are World Government, and Blue Helicopters, which are Secret Police, and the Helicopters with Detailed Murals of Diving Birds of Prey, which are the helicopters that took all the children in Night Vale away a few months ago (we still don’t know what those helicopters are but they did bring all the children back unharmed, and much more well-behaved than before, so they are deemed just as safe as the other helicopters) but these new Yellow Helicopters, no one quite knows.” – Welcome to Night Vale, Ep. 32
The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.