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.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
The house across from the Harris offices were decorated in a unique way.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Looking out of the boarded windows in the Great Western Sugar office.
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.