A snapshot showing the staircase and catwalks in the middle of the boiler room.
The mill is one of the tallest buildings in the city. It’s too bad that the cupola with its big skylights and flagpole were removed.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
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.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”