Levers and indicators to control and track the path of mine cars moving up and down the mine shaft. Note the mine depth indicators would trace paper… this is because the steel cables stretch out over time, so the line length changes with the years.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Somewhere, Bruce Springsteen is playing while an exceedingly furry man tunes his Ford truck in the driveway of a house he built with his bare hands. This is for that person.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
I love when moss grows indoors… one of the little pleasures of exploring abandonments.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Part of the grain drier system in ADM #1 crawls up the side of the building like a steel vine.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
A nice view of the aurora borealis (“Northern Lights”) strong enough to outshine the industrial lighting at the power plant. The lights in the foreground direct ships discharging coal for the station.
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.