The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
Approaching the power station and its giant stack. The stack replaced four shorter stacks in the 1960s, helping with pollution in the downtown corridor.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.