If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.
A shallow creek traces Illinois Gulch toward the Chain O’ Mines mill. Ball mills are laid out in the sun.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
The company headquarters. Abandoned last time I drove past it, though it is the classiest building in downtown South Bend.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.