This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
This machine was last overhauled in February 1955, and last turned out Crepe silk, probably dress material.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
The powered lime hopper had a lot of levels.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.