A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
Mill Hell before the University of Minnesota began developing the area. Now many of the buildings are gone, there are new roads and even bike paths.
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.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.