This rod mill (?) was made in Denver Colorado at a factory now buried by condos. #justdenverthings
Numbers on a pillar counted tank capacity for a removed water container; an unhinged door in an unhinged factory beguiles those looking for an exit.
Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.
I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.
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.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.