Abandoned Copper Mine

Abandoned Copper Mine

As it was on a frosty spring day, my friend and I decided to go to one Ural town and again visit a huge mining system that stretches hundreds of meters deep and tens of kilometers in breadth.

Our plan was elegant and simple, as usual: through a well-known zalaz go down a familiar cozy trunk to familiar cozy enough modern horizons and wander there in search of something new. However, the familiar trunk met us with a multi-meter ice stopper, completely blocking the path. And only a small outlet, through which the air broke and the water flowed, said that it was still a traffic jam, and not flooding the system.
Leaving the cork in the cork, we began to look for ways to get around it. This could be done only one way - after leaving on the overlying horizons, go down the rebels and get back into the trunk below the cork. Which we did.

Until a certain moment, we descended quite successfully through rotten but still lively ladders in the uprising. It was necessary to break the ice, to rake down the fallen logs, but it was quite simple. The first serious problem for us was the lack of one of the spans - the ladder broke down under the previous group. But do not turn back! A suitable ladder was found in three spans from the bottom of the previous trunk. It was wildly heavy, because for years it was saturated with water and eroded rocks. However, we managed to lower it through two flights, but in the bottom one something went wrong. The damned staircase was stuck and threatened to fall apart. My friend climbed down to pull up the ladder, but the moment he climbed it, the staircase went down, and behind it was a friend. The brave digger survived, but the stairway was dead - it had fallen apart. Hence, it was required to find another! A little searching, and, lo, an even heavier and uncomfortable staircase is at our disposal. Hardly pushing it into the turn, we still, lightly dressed up, installed a ladder in the trunk.

Soon the rebels ended. However, ladders were also installed inside the chambers of the mining chambers. They became our only way down. In some places, this decay disintegrated and had to descend directly over the "fires," wrapping the arms of the logs and sensing tens of meters of emptiness behind them. The camera behind the camera, the "bonfire" behind the "fire", we descended from the horizon to the horizon, but all the exits to the barrel were forgotten.

The apogee of the march was the "malachite stream". This is a small streamlet flowing from the mining chamber along a slope, laid on the underlying horizon. Over the past dozens of years, the stream has painted its bed with copper salts.
The beginning of the stream and the mining chamber. The picture is not visible, but it is rather big.

Having passed about 5 horizons through rotten supports, caving, water and other entertainments, we buried ourselves in a much larger one than the rest of the mining chamber. The diameter of the excavations here was also higher, and many other signs indicated that we were on a later horizon than before. However, the move below was not, and we with a feeling of deep satisfaction began to climb through all this fucking back. The climb immediately went well - on the first flight the upper step broke under me and I, bravely braking my back on all the steps of the stairs, went downstairs. I had to climb a little more on the crepe. The total time under ground is more than 11 hours.
At present the system is flooded, the ground areas of the mines are sawn and destroyed.

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