Pillsbury from across the Mississippi River and Stone Arch Bridge from the roof of the Washburn Crosby Elevator (aka Gold Medal Flour).
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
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 firedoor dating to the original car barn is roped off, anticipating demolition.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
Fire doors and penis talk.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.