The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
A closeup of the finely-carved seats in the house, presumably original to the Sattler. There are not too many of these in this kind of condition. If you have a better name for this figure than Cordelia, leave a comment.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
Furnace #6; its catwalk and tapway. Note the lever-operated gutter-blockers.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.