I am not sure what this machine does, but I have a hunch that it husks and cleans the sugar beets as they come into the plant. It is certainly the biggest single piece of equipment in any of the mills.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.
There’s concrete under that dirt… under that water… somewhere.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?