A pink room with very heavy doors that reminds me of the rooms at some of the insane asylums that I’ve explored.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
The conveyor belt prevented cranes from accessing the left side of the dock, so cranes were mounted to the gantry crane to maintain the ore chutes on the side.
It was a strange choice, although I appreciate it, for the firm reusing the shops to brick up the doorways while leaving the doors.
A big door into the fire pump room.
King Elevator sits in the corner of a more recently-defunct lumber mill: Great Western Timber. Perhaps in the future I will write the history of it. Arista 100 in 120.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.