Blue plastic siding filters the summer sun, giving the otherwise reddish-brown interior a splash of color.
Ringling, MT is spread thin across the grassy land.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
The cupola–the space above the silos–is surprisingly original. The building was too unstable for anyone to scrap it out. Seriously, the floor is a deathtrap.
I am not sure what this machine does, but I have a hunch that it husks and cleans the sugar beets as they come into the plant. It is certainly the biggest single piece of equipment in any of the mills.
As seen from one of my ‘study squats’. I liked being able to watch birds move from open window to open window.
Looking into the half-demolished, half-dismantled conveyor for the sea leg.
Where the approach meets the dock.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.