The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
A bleak double room in what used to be the Receiving Hospital, built apart from the Kirkbride to observe incoming patients before they were placed in a ward.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Near the lower portal of the tunnel, a manhole cover seals the electrical connection for the streetcar line. Twin Cities Lines is the predecessor for Twin Cities Rapid Transit.