Chester Creek takes many such sliding dives where it empties into Lake Superior.
The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
The guts of the dock are connected with a long narrow hallway. Below this section are shops and labs.
Work never done.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.