As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
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My first view of the tunnel was in the dead of winter. In spite of being in the middle of the forest, it was totally silent. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
Thunder Bay Elevator, now stands without a headhouse. Around the silos, a few shacks still stand.
It seems that the sawdust would be shot into a dust collector above the powerplant and burned.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
Dead cars were parked permanently near the model farm. Perhaps it had an automotive program. After all, before they were ‘Indian Residential Schools’ they were ‘Indian Industrial Schools’.
It’s a mystery to me why this elevator has a Gold Medal Flour ghost sign. You can read it along with its obsolete monikers today.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.