Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A safe distance from Prize Mine is its dynamite storage vault, designed to explode up–not out–should the worst happen.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
Looking out of one of the biggest houses in Animas Forks toward the rest of the residential district. It is hard to imagine the life the people here lived, for those that stayed the winter.
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.
Not a wisp of smoke can be seen today.
One thing I like to do at Gopher is imagine the shape of the planned buildings based on the partial structures.