Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
Ultimately, it was the bad roof that doomed these buildings.
Inside the towering offices, Firestone-colored staircases connect senseless rows of wood-paneled offices.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
Camera: Pentax 67.
The whole smelter ran on gravity… elevating the various raw materials and working with them until at the bottom of the furnace, copper poured out.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.