From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
The generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.