Way back on Monday, September 28,
Day 3 of our fall family vacation in northern Wisconsin dawned cloudy and
dreary. Temperatures throughout the day ranged from the mid-50s to low-60s with
showers off and on and only the rarest glimpses of sun. We weren’t to be discouraged,
though; there were so many wilderness sites to see!
First
stop, that damp morning was Plummer Mine, which is halfway between Iron Belt
and Pence. There is so much mining history in the area. I wish I could keep
track of it all and share it with you, but I will leave the research up to you.
I rather share pictures I’m never quite sure what all these ruins were
at one time. Yes, there is a sign with a map of the site, but I can never put
it in perspective.
And with all the brush and trees, it’s hard
to see the remains of what were once huge buildings.
Way in the back, up the hill, in the ruins of
the smelting operation, there are several tall walls, with passages in between.
Somehow, the dogs got down in there. Buddy
and Bleu were able to find their way out, jumping up into a hole and escaping. Poor
gimpy Wes, however, couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t jump up anywhere
anyway. Nick was preparing to scale one of the walls into the abyss, when Val crawled
in the way the dogs had come out and gathered Wes up and tossed him back out
the hole. I’m
not sure at which point in that operation I shot this picture. That hand is
kind of creepy, no?
Next,
we drove around the Rose Wreath building in Montreal, which had originally been
the machine shop for the Montreal Mine Company. Behind that, down a road with
clear “no trespassing” signs, we drove past the remains of another old brick
building. I’m not sure what it had been, but surely it had been another
building of the MMC.
Between those two buildings, Nick told us there
had been a grand place known in its day as the Hamilton Club. It had been built
as a recreational center for area miners and their families, and had included a
hardwood stage, pool tables, bowling lanes, a barbershop, and a soda fountain. It
was built in 1918 and reportedly had burned down in 1968. Nick reported though,
that when he had worked in nearby Hurley in the summer of 2010, that the
building had still been there, probably as a burned-out shell. When he returned
the following year, it was gone completely, torn down as an eyesore, no doubt,
which is surely a shame.
I’m going to end this one
here, as our next stop was at the first of the three waterfalls we visited that
day. Each one garnered over fifty pictures, so I can’t rush through them.
I will tell you that the day continued to be wet, which didn’t deter these three.
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