“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.
The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
Little has changed inside the mill, but since it was built in 1916, many tanks and ancillary buildings have popped up around it.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.