I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Looking from abandoned to active. The end of Dock 6 often has a crane and some shacks on it, as the chutes aren’t used anymore. Instead, conveyors are installed on the land-side of the dock that fill docked vessels, making the end of the dock little more than a breakwater and a place to park repair and recovery equipment.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
Construction lights were still plugged in from the last inspection. Note the murals on the walls.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160