We hiked our way up to the lime kilns at Canoe Creek park.
These are what’s left to the high production plant that was here. It was a plant that reached high into the sky and billowed out smoke even higher. This now-peaceful place was once the spot of a great deal of industrial work, with humanity stripping away the earth of its resources, transporting it on rail lines and burning. Now these kilns stand as monuments and reminders of what once was.
I can only imagine the working conditions – hot, tiring, and for what would be pennies a day.
At some point in the future, places like this will crumble and be forgotten. Sometimes I wonder if monuments are to meant to be a reminder of the past or a warning for the future. Of course the answer is both.