A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
So much relies on one thing stacked on top of another thing.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
Hunter’s custom large format rig looks pretty cool, doesn’t it?
The left tunnel goes to the opposite side of the car elevator seen on the right. There was a time when Fords were shipped by barge on the Mississippi. This freight elevator brought them from the assembly floor to river level. A separate elevator was for moving men and silica up and down.
S&X seen in the background through the fog.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.