The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.