Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
Originally a bagging warehouse for Peavey, later this building was leased as storage and warehouse space. It was finally demolished around 2010.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.