A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
Looking across at the Cargill elevator.
We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
A tunnel connecting the two larger caves in the hill; those that Jacob vented in the rear. The vents are still extant!