Max Pressure I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore. Similar Images ...based on the tags: black&white, dark, gauges, grimy, peeling-paint, shadows, signs... Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory. Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos. The back of the mill reads “Red River Milling Company” Below the historic National Guard Armory. The building was the victim of many small fires over the years, and one big fire in 1995. Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank. Where staff could sleep. Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be. It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.