These pools looked into the cribbing below the concrete.
The rumors were true. Success is sweet.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
Where the approach meets the dock.
The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
“This way,” then, “No, that way!”
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.