Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
Looking through the open windows of the Bunk House toward what I think is the outhouse for the miners. There’s a big bench in the middle of the bunk house that was used as dinner table.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
On my first visit to the roundhouse, the control booth was extant.
The stage had two pianos. Did they ever duel?
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
An ad hoc scrawl remembers some long-done project.