Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
The wood-braced structures descending the hill connected the La Crosse Tunnel to the mill in Central City. To see a picture of an aerial tram in action, see at my Treasure Mountain article.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
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.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.