Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
It’s a small world… look at it.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
Enger Tower is an 75 foot stone structure built in 1939. It overlooks the elevators of Rice’s Point that are, for the most part, far older than it.
A panorama showing the biggest building in Gilman—unless you count the massive mine below as a structure.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.