A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.
The fantastic Art Deco portico over the main entrance to the concourse.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
This ruined skyway looks like it should be at ground level because of the growth, but it’s actually the second floor of the building.