This building was responsible for storing and drying the barrels. Compare right.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
Though it’s a little unclear what control station controlled what function, these levers seemed to relate to some of the bigger equipment inside the dredge, such as the trommel.
The pits have long since been filled so the roundhouse could be used for storage.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
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.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.