An 80s-era company crate, as found in a forgotten store room.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
This is an example of the equipment that was originally manufactured at Barcol.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
Far above the areas that were heavily scrapped, I found some old bottles to collect samples of the sour mash whiskey as it made its was from the distillation room to barrel filling.
This wheel scoops the washings from the sluice room and places it on the tailings conveyor.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.