This train shed was later converted to load trucks with concrete from the silos.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.