The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
Before the gold could be extracted, the rock was turned to powder. Depending on the size of the steel balls inside the mill, the rock would be reduced to a certain size. So, multiple mills were usually used in stages.
Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.