In case of fire, workers on higher floors would take the emergency slides to escape.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
Partier graffiti dates to when the caves were last open to the public; probably in the 1990s. This tunnel used to horseshoe between the brewery’s ice chute (left) and basement door (right, backfilled). Note the utility tunnel in the upper-right corner as well as the lighting brackets on the ceiling.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.