Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
Standing next to the now-demolished records room.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Mounted in an office.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.
The ’59’ is just a reference to that work station. Unfortunately the scrappers beat me to this machine–there was not much left besides the 2-ton shell and this control panel.