This bay would host boxcars as workers would fill them with the fruits of the factory.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
A different kind of block party.
One of two control towers that reached over the lake. The control panel here was used to move the conveyors over the ship’s hold doors, adjust flow of the taconite, and so on.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.