Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
A look straight down into the chutes were taconite pellets would dump into the dock hoppers. Rebar was a safety measure to keep workers from being buried alive, were they to slip into the holes.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.