Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
These machines had embossed metal numbers marking their ends.
The corners of these buildings are inscribed by a century of bored rail workers and delivery drivers. Pictured is the southeast corner of the Twohy, which is typical of mercantiles.
The steam-powered hoist that pulled ore and dropped men from the mine. Note the hydraulic-operated brake on top with its massive brake pad. Now scrapped.
The Hamm-stenciled chairs are all destroyed as far as I know, now, as are the custom ladders built in-house for the company. Taken between the Filter House and Keg Wash House.
A closeup of a soon-to-be-scrapped crane pulley.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.