In case of fire, workers on higher floors would take the emergency slides to escape.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
Beside the half-demolished Thunder Bay Elevator shops and offices (brick building) are some rusting fishing boats. A little bit of SWP #7 is seen in the upper right.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
This is a typical view of the factory; most of it was long hallways flanked by piles of equipment and access points to maintain them.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
This skyway, built to help seal off two parts of the complex during an out of control fire, was probably too rotten to burn by the time I saw it.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.