Everything had to be tested before being sent to the front lines. Here’s where smaller ammunition would be test-fired. I was able to dig up several misfired rounds. Now they live in my collection of oddities.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.