On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
In the barracks.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
A crashed freight elevator.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.