Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
Taken just after the sun set over Duluth. Don’t you love that green glow?
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
Standing on the ruins of the burned Northern Pacific RR Freight House. It’s the best place to watch ships move around the harbor. Some things haven’t changed…
Checking out the neighbors. Shot on a the legendary Pentax 67.
Looking out of the top of the grain tower at Duluth.
Superior Entry’s lights, backlit by the aurora borealis. In the distance, you can see the lights of Two Harbors.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
The stairs that connect the breakwater and light station (Leica M6/Kodak Ektar).
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
The Algosteel crew strikes a pose while heading through Superior Entry toward Allouez
Looking toward the famous Duluth Aerial Lift Bridge from Lake Superior. Shot on a the legendary Pentax 67.
The roof of the King Elevator had two small vents and a terrific view of Sleeping Giant Provincial Park. Arista 100 in 120.
A full harbor on a hot summer evening, just after twilight, as seen from atop the castle walls.
Taken before the Ford was towed to Duluth for scrapping.
Can you hear the ship’s horn through this picture?
The Algosteel navigating Superior Entry.
Portland Huron and downtown Duluth from the end of the Elevator A slip.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
We can lie like sinners
Breathe the air like children
And you could lead and I could follow
All those times are gone
“Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
A great lakes freighter slowly passes SK Wheat Pool 4 with ‘The Sleeping Giant’ in the background. Arista 100.
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
Looking from abandoned to active. The end of Dock 6 often has a crane and some shacks on it, as the chutes aren’t used anymore. Instead, conveyors are installed on the land-side of the dock that fill docked vessels, making the end of the dock little more than a breakwater and a place to park repair and recovery equipment.
The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
Demolition about 50% complete.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
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.
A typical summer storm on Lake Superior.
The end of the peninsula where Consolidated D was built, aka General Mills A, used to hold a Northern Pacific freight depot. These are part of the ruins of it.
When the lake levels were especially low, the pilings of Dock 3 that are usually underwater were clearly visible between Dock 2 and Dock 4.
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
This electric Wellman crane was added to extract coal from ships for the power plant that Erie built beside their dock. Now, with the advent of self-unloading boats, it’s been replaced by a funnel and conveyor belt.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
Looking down at the Port Arthur Ore Dock from Manitoba Pool Elevator #3. The conveyor belts are gone and King Elevator is in the far distance.
This picture gives you the idea of how the boat-loading control rooms are set up; they lean over the dock and Lake Superior to be able to see down into the holds of the boats… important, considering how quickly it loaded the boats! An uneven load could put stress on the hull of a laker, increasing the risk it will break and sink.
Just a couple guys enjoying an industrial ruin.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Minnesota Power’s Taconite Harbor power station, as seen through the ship loading control room windows.
The approach to Dock 4 is long demolished, so it is only accessible when the lake freezes.
A diesel crane and conveyor belt tripper are the major pieces of equipment that dominate the dock.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Looking out of the Brewery Creek Drain outfall at night, after a storm had pushed piles of rocks up onto the shore.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
Looking down the breakwater from the top of the lighthouse. In the haze, you can see the world’s largest iron ore docks in Allouez Bay.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.