From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
The big door at the bottom of the concentrator was where a tram once connected to lower the (pre-) processed ore into the river valley, where the railroad was. It’s unclear whether this ever connected directly to Eureka’s Sunnyside mill, although it’s possible.
This bridge over Eagle River is beautiful.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
The portal facing Taconite Harbor (at a healthy distance) is mostly closed. Some kids put bullet holes in it. Shooting down a long tunnel is extremely dangerous, and you should not do it, obviously. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.