Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
A rooftop scene.
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
Water turned the taconite powder into a rusty, slippery paste… everywhere the water pooled up, doubling the beauty from certain special angles.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.