Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
Looking out of the brewhouse toward the river.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The fantastic red elevator that is Pool #61, built 1928.