Little has changed inside the mill, but since it was built in 1916, many tanks and ancillary buildings have popped up around it.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
The old No Trespassing sign, with the Peavey logo still on it.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.
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.
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
There is a cool old air compressor in the corner of the powerhouse.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.