The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
Some local kids were having a fire extinguisher fight when I walked into the lab one day.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
The first floor of the Industrial Loft building.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.