Nomad of Mid-America
Misty Mountain Hop
Shouting its signature drone of 645 noise to full effect, a half-century-old Clinchfield veteran gives a hardy shove to thirty side dumps weighed down from unwanted discards of the taconite manufacturing process against a Minnesota hillside sheathed in misty morning fog and the brilliant colors of autumn. These tailings moves, oriented push-pull for bi-directional ease, operate several times per day to deposit ore scraps from Northshore Mining's iron processing plant at Silver Bay to the outfit's tailings pile located a few miles uphill, a move necessitated by the lack of wasteland adjacent to the processor's plot along the bank of Lake Superior.
Misty Mountain Hop
Shouting its signature drone of 645 noise to full effect, a half-century-old Clinchfield veteran gives a hardy shove to thirty side dumps weighed down from unwanted discards of the taconite manufacturing process against a Minnesota hillside sheathed in misty morning fog and the brilliant colors of autumn. These tailings moves, oriented push-pull for bi-directional ease, operate several times per day to deposit ore scraps from Northshore Mining's iron processing plant at Silver Bay to the outfit's tailings pile located a few miles uphill, a move necessitated by the lack of wasteland adjacent to the processor's plot along the bank of Lake Superior.