The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
Snow weight collapsed this warhead assembly building. Now its warped roof looks like a wave.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
I liked the color of her hair against the rusty rock house and blue winter sky.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
Now, to add a human scale.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.