I was surprised to see the roof was in such great condition. You can tell by the making on the wood that this wall is covered by a snow bank for most of the year.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Giant chunks of cooled slag form an island near Mud Lake.
Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
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.