“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
A wide view of the complex from a far rooftop.
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
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.