If there were no other options, operators could climb this ladder from the Communications Room to the surface, after opening two heavy steel hatches, of course.
Note the severed skyway–that led to a set of grain elevators that have since been demolished.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
The Dock 5 sign at track level. Probably as an aid to sailors reboarding their vessels.
Looking across the mountain tramway from an abandoned house in Gilman.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.