My favorite shot from the trip. Later in its life, the plant was converted to burn its own byproducts, but it seems this was designed as a coal hopper.
A scribbled note on a doorframe… lost details.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
This is one of the biggest warps I’ve ever found in a wooden factory floor hasn’t broken yet. When you stand on it, it make a very loud popping sound as the boards shift. The poster on the pillar near the left side of the frame advertises recreational boating, presumably to the factory workers who left this floor in the early 1980s.
Looking into the half-demolished, half-dismantled conveyor for the sea leg.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
Sunset through a stained window in the headhouse made the floor feel like a heavy industrial Disney movie.