I know, this is strange and for someone, perhaps even a little wild hobby - industrial-trip. Perhaps, I am one of the few who sometimes like to walk on the ruins of the economic activities of modern civilization. And there are a lot of interesting places in the Urals where you can go. I already wrote about the Cheremshansk career, for example, as well as other sights of the Urals. There is for me in these, literally, the nature of the ports is something fascinating. On the one hand, you see how Man tames Nature with the help of the powerful machines and mechanisms created by him, how he becomes the sovereign of stone, ore, metal and other things.
On the other hand, you see, looking at the gradually collapsing instruments of conquest, that no matter how Man tries, he is unable to create his own laws of nature and is completely subordinate to those that were intended for him by the Universe even in Planck times. And the iron smelted by them inevitably begins to be covered with greasy drips of red trivalent oxide.
Once these machines mined iron ore, from which people subsequently smelted iron and did a lot of useful and not very good quality and defective items and mechanisms, including new machines to replace it. People woke up in the morning, went to work, each with their own character, with their own mood, to fulfill their strictly defined production functions, forming together, I want to believe, friendly work collectives.
Subordinate to rational reason, they came to work on the mechanisms created by other, such people, vehicles and buses. Conquerors of stone, ore and iron. However, nothing can resist entropy, buses as well. That's interesting ... It would seem that such a glass? It is just a very thick liquid, an amorphous isotropic mixture of substances, much more fragile than iron. But it is the iron that will collapse first, which is logical, given that glass is already oxidized Silicon, Boron, other substances, it only has mechanical disintegration.
It's funny ... I always thought that the BelAZ is such a huge truck. Somehow I had no idea that there are such small "BelAZiki". Type "Gazelle" only "BelAZ". Rather, what was left of him.
The rails next to which this formerly once brave laborer, a Belarusian little car, is decomposed, are also covered with a layer of red oxide. Probably, in the old days many railroad cars plied on them. At least there are still a lot of them left. I did not count, but on two branches about 20-25 pieces. They still stand firmly on their wheels, unlike their car mates. Steel after all!
Stone dumps are also gradually eroded by rains. Wind-covered tree seeds gradually sprout. Once they are overgrown. Perhaps they will even appear mushrooms that will collect the mushroom pickers of the future, our distant descendants.
The people left (leaving, however, several guards to protect the remaining farm from the vandals) the equipment left on the move, the working fuss left, the searchlights went out. Quarry plunged into the water.
It is time to go and us. After all, the day is coming to an end. Tomorrow you need to get up in the morning, wash your face, shave (no, I won't shave tomorrow), well, join a friendly work team at the production facility that produces iron products from smelted ore mined in one of these open-cast mines. Cars, trolley buses, buses that once become the same artifacts of the past era, like those that stand here, will go.
Coordinates: Kusinsky district, Chelyabinsk region, 55.410518, 59.739566
The route is designed for cars of any cross. Standard safety requirements for industrial facilities must be observed.