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After revisiting Felicia’s northern ‘estate’ there was light enough for one more place, so off we went. Angie badgerphone, and I drove a little ways north and further explored the Jawbone Canyon mine complex. In previous visits there, I’d only viewed the support buildings below the hill the mines were on and never wandered further up to look at the actual mines. Time is taking a heavy toll on the structures here.

Jawbone Canyon Mine

This central building is the only one that has retained structural integrity.

Additions on the north and south ends of the building have both collapsed partially. This is the north addition.

Inside the main building the stucco has fallen away to reveal old newspapers (circa 1943) used to insulate the structure.

Before heading up the hill, I grabbed this shot of the bunkhouse (at the base of the compound) which has almost entirely collapsed to the ground

My adventuring companion Angie

Ore chute

The box at the base of the chute is an ore grinder. As the light was fading fast, we stood on the hill side, listened to the whispers on the wind and pondered the nature of what it must have been like working he mines further up the darkening canyon. Before the light faded completely, we decided to head for home and recover from a great set of finds.


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Nov. 29th, 2007 03:10 pm (UTC)
That bunkhouse sure is going down fast.

The first time I visited it, it was completely upright, though the wall was missing at one end.

Second time the end without the wall was collapsed.

Now. It is sad to see how quickly this structure is melting into the sand.


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away

by Percy Shelley
Nov. 29th, 2007 04:42 pm (UTC)
It's amazing to watch the slow decay of this particular building. At first, I never wanted to return to previously visited sites. I wanted merely document one slice of time at each place. I've changed my mind on this and it's been interesting to show the rate in which some places have lasted or faded away.

Excellent poem btw. I always have appreciated Shelley's point of view.
Nov. 29th, 2007 05:36 pm (UTC)
True in one sense it is amazing to observe the creep of time's harsh hand upon human structures. But it is also deeply saddening. History blows away on the wind and the rain.

I have been observing for decades the collapse and dissolution of the structures at the Bonanza King Mine in the Providence Mountains. Used to literally camp and sleep inside one of the structures. Now hardly anything remains except a deep and deadly shaft.

I believe that perhaps in large part, it is the ennui of such places that draws us like moths to them.

Dust in the Wind

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind

by Kansas

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