Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
Don Crist ’83. Brick Graffiti Series.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.