#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.
A handmade sign tracks the progress through the current beet campaign. For this factory, it was about 30 years ago. Perhaps the idea was to pit shifts against each other.