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.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
The engine room.
When I revisited the mine in 2013, the hoists were scrapped and sitting by the road.
The pipes above sprayed water onto the hot coke.
Grain is taken from the bottom of the silos through a conveyor in a tunnel. These blowers keep the air in the tunnel fresh.
A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.