Either the company was pulling parts from this evaporator to use as parts for other plants, or the last thing the workers did was to get this machine ready for the next campaign. Either way, plans changed.
Around the corner from the old boiler room.
Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
The front door to the auditorium.
Looking out of the top of the grain tower at Duluth.
Fermenters and mixing tanks fill this brewing room. The lighting is all natural, and is partially owed to a crumbling wall letting the sunset blast the interior in almost perfect profile.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.