It seems logical that, at one time, a rock crusher was installed at the base of the mine rails shown here at the top of the Concentrator. Rocks small enough to fit between the rails would automatically bypass the crusher and continue to the work floor via the hopper below.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
” JN 2-27-39″. Brick Graffiti Series.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
When I revisited the mine in 2013, the hoists were scrapped and sitting by the road.
Stained windows and sheet metal catch the sunset from across the Ohio River.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.