Wagons and horses were kept in the building on the left, separate from the rest of the complex in case of fire. In the distance is the boiler house, separate for the same reason.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
The main gate, as seen in 2005. It hasn’t changed much since then.
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.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
This view of BCT shows the portico where the main entrance is at the base of the office tower, and the clock.