On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
A look straight down into the chutes were taconite pellets would dump into the dock hoppers. Rebar was a safety measure to keep workers from being buried alive, were they to slip into the holes.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.