I found out some of my friends were going to be married while I was on top of Gold Medal one evening while it was snowing.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
I was surprised to see the roof was in such great condition. You can tell by the making on the wood that this wall is covered by a snow bank for most of the year.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.