The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.
The power plant of the Old Crow distillery was mostly original. I didn’t have a tripod, so I had to balance my camera on the equipment there.
Look at the floor–do you see the hole? That goes down a lonnnnnng ways.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.