A wide view of the steam pump room, complete with pistons (taken apart for their brass), flywheels (covered in graffiti and rust) and pressure gauges (smashed apart for fun). I guess what I’m trying to say is, I was not disappointed.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
Past the underground repair shop is this cliffside adit.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.