The underside of the dock seemed almost like a cathedral to industry with vaulted ceilings.
The last wooden school chair survives—almost intact—by being jammed between a pipe and the ceiling of the boiler room.
This peak is a little over 7,000 feet high and is a popular hiking spot. As a bulky Minnesotan who is better built for an arctic expedition, I stuck to the mesa.
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.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
Did you leave in a hurry?
An example of a typical desk at Buckstaff… messy, but everything’s there. It probably looks much as it did in 2011 when the plant closed.