Riding along the road that winds up into the mountains, we passed some of the rusty remains of what was once a vibrant mining industry. As I stood quietly looking for just the right angle to take pictures, I could imagine how the mountain had been invaded and stripped of her precious minerals. She was blasted apart, graded for roads and holes drilled into her heart where silver and other precious metals were stored. But the mountain is patient for she has stood hundreds of years and will be here hundreds more. All that remains of man’s efforts are rusty ghosts of machines that rip out the heart of the mountain. Slowly, over time the mountain reclaims the land. Man’s machines rust, decay and return to the land. The trees and plants cover roads and buildings until one must look closely to even see any of the remains.
Nature is powerful and beautiful. How small I feel in her presence. Here are a few of the pictures of the remains of mining operations that are rusting and being covered by vegetation.
The remains of a bridge that toppled when the glacier released water and flooded the valley.
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