The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Inside a launch building you can see how the roof would split in the middle to allow the rocket to be raised into launch position.
Just a couple guys enjoying an industrial ruin.
The headquarters for the plant was in the middle of it. It’s abandoned but well preserved–a strange sight in Gary, Indiana.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.