Somewhere between the grain elevator and the distillery.
Under the monster and its teeth.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
For some time, Purina ran a feed service out of the elevator. Inside and outside were signs of its past presence.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
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.
Looking into one of the fire slides, designed to evacuate patients extremely quickly. In 1880, a fire completely destroyed the asylum at St. Peter, Minnesota, killing 30 patients.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.