The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
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.
An unmarred chart, printed with the facility name and ready to be sent out to command.