Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
The underside of the dock seemed almost like a cathedral to industry with vaulted ceilings.
The offices, cleared out pending fire inspection. Now it’s full of stuff again.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.