The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
I wish I had the equipment then that I have now… I look back at these 10-year-old pictures and can’t ignore all the grain.
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 fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.