And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
A small wood-paneled office for the on-duty keeper to use.
The backdrop has become the pallet for water damage and graffiti.
My favorite shot from the trip. Later in its life, the plant was converted to burn its own byproducts, but it seems this was designed as a coal hopper.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
A look at another “Belt-o-Vator”. I like the sign.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.