Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
A sign hanging near the shop office.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
A taste of Superior culture.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
The front of the mill reads “Montana Flour Mills Company”
The big door at the bottom of the concentrator was where a tram once connected to lower the (pre-) processed ore into the river valley, where the railroad was. It’s unclear whether this ever connected directly to Eureka’s Sunnyside mill, although it’s possible.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.