Looking at the entrance of the powerplant from its lowest catwalk.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
One of two control towers that reached over the lake. The control panel here was used to move the conveyors over the ship’s hold doors, adjust flow of the taconite, and so on.
The pilot house, lit with the lights of Superior.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
One of the only modern features aboard was its bow and stern thrusters, which would have helped the Ford a lot, if it was not for the fact that without a working engine, forward motion was impossible. Strangely, even before it was scrapped, it could probably move side to side.
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.