Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
Thunder Bay Elevator, now stands without a headhouse. Around the silos, a few shacks still stand.