Fitchburg 3: And Then We Scrawled Our Names On It
A closer look at the great stonework and nice shadows at the Red River Furnace, abandoned in the mid-1870s after only four years of service.
After this became a historic landmark, some of the stonework had to be restored with new stones cut from the same quarry as the originals.
More than a few stones fell out during a century of abandonment, and some were dislodged by a large explosion that some say was set by a moonshiner who wanted to end the stream of gawkers coming through to look at the furnace. The structure itself held together through the decades because of its strong design, but in the larger view, (CLICK HERE) you can see some major cracks through the facade.
Despite all this, it is ranked as one of the most notable dry stone masonry structures in the world, according to its current owner, the U.S. Forest Service.
Faced with this impressive bit of history, that has survived against considerable odds, we did what comes naturally to the minds of all good men: Put away our cameras and spray painted our names on the walls.
Fitchburg 3: And Then We Scrawled Our Names On It
A closer look at the great stonework and nice shadows at the Red River Furnace, abandoned in the mid-1870s after only four years of service.
After this became a historic landmark, some of the stonework had to be restored with new stones cut from the same quarry as the originals.
More than a few stones fell out during a century of abandonment, and some were dislodged by a large explosion that some say was set by a moonshiner who wanted to end the stream of gawkers coming through to look at the furnace. The structure itself held together through the decades because of its strong design, but in the larger view, (CLICK HERE) you can see some major cracks through the facade.
Despite all this, it is ranked as one of the most notable dry stone masonry structures in the world, according to its current owner, the U.S. Forest Service.
Faced with this impressive bit of history, that has survived against considerable odds, we did what comes naturally to the minds of all good men: Put away our cameras and spray painted our names on the walls.