A printing press in the attic of the Reception Hospital.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
A crashed freight elevator.
Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
This door used to open at river level, but it has since been built up and sealed with a steel grate. Still, the original doors (with original paint?) stand in the same place. Once they opened to the fresh air, now they are permanently sealed in the tunnels. This is the official entrance for inspecting the mine, hence fiber optic and ladder. Shortly after the plant was demolished, this entire area was resealed and alarmed.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.