C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
The conveyor belt prevented cranes from accessing the left side of the dock, so cranes were mounted to the gantry crane to maintain the ore chutes on the side.
I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.