In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Like many mill-style buildings of the time, the Twohy’s loading doors (in this case, the delivery wagon doors) opened to an elevator shaft. This design cut down on loading time, as long as the elevator was operational. Of course, if it was otherwise occupied, there could be no traffic through the exterior doors!
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
Watching the demolition of one stockhouse from another. The two cranes were removing steel storage tanks.
How many buildings are in this pile of blocks? Not as many as there are piles, I can bet you.
Looking out of the “back door”, where equipment could be lifted into the factory with a crane. The bottom of the coal conveyor can be seen outside.