Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.
A full harbor on a hot summer evening, just after twilight, as seen from atop the castle walls.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
The front door to the auditorium.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.