Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
There is no denying that the Fergus Falls asylum was a beautiful place, especially around sunset.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
Not necessarily a children’s room.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.