Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
The historical entrance.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
The former, and much-altered, main entrance and grand staircase.
The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
If you look carefully along the side of the slip alongside this image of Cargill B-2, you will see the remains of the crane stops when this was a Hannah coal dock.