The walls of a dormitory dissolve in the water flowing through the bad roof.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
A pink room with very heavy doors that reminds me of the rooms at some of the insane asylums that I’ve explored.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
A portrait of the second school of McConnell, built in 1937.
A broken-down wooden grain chute.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.