The main rail artery for Thunder Bay passes Ogilvie’s.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
An arrangement of brick graffiti on the old boiler house building near the railroad tracks.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
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.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.