One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
This steel cup on the card would move molten copper to the caster from the furnace.
Thunder Bay Elevator, now stands without a headhouse. Around the silos, a few shacks still stand.
The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.
A misnomer that stuck.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
The hoist room, before it was used for storage.
This old ward, not a victim of remodeling, still has metal screens over the open windows of the doors. It should be obvious why glass were not used.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.