Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
At the bottom of the stairs to the caves is this collection of brick arches. I wonder what this area looks like now that a new tenant has taken over this building.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
The left tunnel goes to the opposite side of the car elevator seen on the right. There was a time when Fords were shipped by barge on the Mississippi. This freight elevator brought them from the assembly floor to river level. A separate elevator was for moving men and silica up and down.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.