The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
Open wide! Here comes the sugar beets!
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
The spiral staircase ends in the basement, where two oil tanks (for the lantern) and a freshwater tank (for the Keeper) were stored. The basement consists of two long arched vaults like this.
Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
Two steel hoppers supported by counterweights and springs, which were used to weigh incoming grain loads before being deposited in the silos beneath this floor. Garner is another way to say “big measuring tank”, if you were wondering. I fell in love with all the tubes and chutes on this floor.