These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.
Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.