The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
A side view of the oven pusher from the ground. The tallest coal bunker looks tiny in the distance, though on the scale of the factory it’s practically on top of me as I’m taking the picture.
This elevator came crashing down, perhaps from the topmost floor. I wonder what it sounded like.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
Frontenac, as seen from the Missouri Flats area.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.