The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
The outside of Whiting Mine, as it looks today.
A typical workhouse scene, captured minutes before on Fuji FP100c instant film.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Two roads; the left one you can walk down, but you have to answer questions when people ask. The right one–you don’t want to be found on that one.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.