The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
A mid-line polishing booth. It was fun to see the thousands of lasers and other sensors that guided the robotic arms and tools around the bodies as they passed. Note the red/green stop/go lights in the distance.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
Near Isabella, MB, frozen flooded fields expand to the horizon. Taken on a Voigtlander 25mm f/2.5 if you were wondering.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
These monorails were on a side line to build smaller parts of the Ranger before being attached to the truck itself. Note in the upper right that there’s another conveyor above this section.
One thing that made the Eagle Mine unique is the underground mill, left of this picture. As the rocks moved down the mill, they would be turned into finer and finer powder.
Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
The sexiest feature of Kurth is this steel arch over the silos on its south side. The manholes in the floor open to the silos directly, and flimsy grates might catch a hurried worker. Grates were removable so that workers could descend into the concrete tubes, so a few are missing today.
The former BESCO building in the last light of day.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
These pools looked into the cribbing below the concrete.