The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
The dry house is in the worse condition of the remaining buildings. This is where miners would change clothes.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
This is a typical view of the factory; most of it was long hallways flanked by piles of equipment and access points to maintain them.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.