From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.