A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
To move air around the non air-conditioned buildings, may of which date to the 1920s and 1930s, fans were mounted above the high door frames.
An 80s-era company crate, as found in a forgotten store room.
Shag carpet is fabulous, and I hope it makes a comeback.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.