One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
Lights over the emergency slides. A veritable overgrown city in the background.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
The stock house tanks were long scrapped for their steel, but what remains gives a sense of what it looked like.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
Looking into the tunnel system from below the Women’s Ward. The tunnels were used mostly by staff to move food and laundry.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.