A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
Because the shaft is nearly vertical, rocks riding inside shift a lot. To keep them from breaking down the door and raining into the shaft.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
A screen above the floor apparently shields workers from the disintegrating building.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.