Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
An emergency slide to help workers evacuate the blending house in an emergency.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
The UP gets a lot of snow, making exploring its old mines a special challenge in the winter. The snow is more than 6 feet deep in this picture, and firm enough to walk on.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.