Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.