When I left you last you were exploring Calumet, a town built on copper mining money. So just how big were the mining operations, you ask?
These mining buildings have stood at the base of the mountain for more than a century.
Well, the reminders of those days dot the landscape everywhere in the Keweenaw Peninsula. When I lived there, a few decades ago, I got used to seeing historical stone buildings crumbling.
Once a part of a huge complex of buildings.
But I really didn’t see them as I scurried to and fro in my life. On the weekends I’d head out to Lake Superior or the mountains to take pictures but rarely stopped to consider the sad beauty of a world left behind.
Mostly it was all a curiosity to me. Like this stamping equipment. I never stopped to figure out what they were. I guess I considered them sculpture.
Imagine the noise these made when they were in operation! They’re right in the middle of a small group of houses.
These days there’s a sign posted there to explain some of it. They were used to crush rock in order to extradite the copper.
A reminder of what once was.
And then there’s the Quincy Mine. Called “Old Reliable,” it operated from 1846 to 1945.
Quincy # 2 was a reliable producer.
When I lived in Hancock, the Quincy mine shaft was just up the mountain from my house. I never explored it, there could have been deep holes hiding under the overgrown brush, the site was littered with mining equipment and sharp edges. Roofs were falling in. Walls were rusted or collapsing.
Early morning light shines on yesterday’s equipment.
It’s not that way anymore. Now it’s a tourist attraction complete with guided tours.
Still photogenic after all these years.
Though it was closed for the season, we were able to explore the grounds in safety this week on a pretty morning with the sun just coming up. There’s a beautiful building that housed the hoist that glowed in the morning light.
I always loved this building and I’m so glad it’s been saved.
There are a couple of old railway cars waiting for that next load of copper…
This might need a little work to haul anything away these days.
…and several walls of outbuildings that show the beautiful masonry.
Look at those corner stones!
I was thrilled to be able to wander the grounds without fear of falling into a mine shaft.
Looking back through history.
And to do it on the one day in the entire week with sunshine was doubly wonderful.
I loved that the sun was filling this empty building and glowing right out this side!
There are buildings and equipment everywhere. This dredge has been sitting stuck on the bottom of the canal for decades. It looked just like this when I lived there in the late 70s.
Sometimes it seems like nothing has changed at all.
And life is still hard way up north on the peninsula surrounded by Lake Superior.
More than 30 years ago I lived in the upstairs flat. Two of the four rooms didn’t have electricity. I think of it fondly.
Still.
There’s something magical about this place, something hard to explain, hard to put a finger on.
Magic in the morning.
The addictive combination of history and natural beauty gets into a person’s blood.
And it doesn’t ever let go.
Quincy stands tall.
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