The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
Before there was a row of double rooms on the left and a common room on the right. Now, in a way, it is all one big common room.
When I wasn’t paying enough attention on the rotten balcony, I accidentally put my foot through a rotten floorboard. I snapped a picture to remember the moment.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
The underground portions of the engine shop were mostly filled in.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.