These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
A typical wall in the base.
The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.