The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
My guess is that the Capitol Hotel closed and Adler bought up some of their equipment.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Chester Creek Infall, near Duluth’s old Armory. The creek will not emerge again until it is near the Lakewalk.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
When the ship loaders were added, a doorway was cut through the metal silo to make a room for the grain handling equipment. Note the dust sensor in the corner of the torch-cut archway.