The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
In the nurses’ dormitories, beds, couches and chairs still sit. It’s unclear whether these are remnants of the homeless shelter in the 80s or the actual nurses.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.
The guard shack protecting the Nike launch pad.
This bay would host boxcars as workers would fill them with the fruits of the factory.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.