Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.
Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
Look both ways, people.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
Far above the areas that were heavily scrapped, I found some old bottles to collect samples of the sour mash whiskey as it made its was from the distillation room to barrel filling.