The Bunk House was not just for sleeping, but it was for eating and recreation too. In one corner, near the door to the Blacksmith Shop (left) is this terrific stove, probably original (circa 1937).
A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
Under the monster and its teeth.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.