Water Fountain

Designed by Taylor himself, the spring house was the site of many parties in its day. You can imagine sipping fresh-tapped whiskey here with your Sunday clothes with soft music and the sounds of the river mixing in the background. Note the key-hole-shaped spring hole.

The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.

Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.

Though it’s a little unclear what control station controlled what function, these levers seemed to relate to some of the bigger equipment inside the dredge, such as the trommel.

Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.

When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.

Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.

The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.

A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!