Where workers would sign documents and collect their pay.
A panorama of the dock buildings, before the left one was demolished.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
The Bunk House was not just for sleeping, but it was for eating and recreation too. In one corner, near the door to the Blacksmith Shop (left) is this terrific stove, probably original (circa 1937).
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.
On the National Mine property are two shafts, both serving the same workings. This one seems to have gotten some upgrades in the 1960s, judging from the condition of the metal.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
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