I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
One of thousands in the complex. Part of a series of photographs where I capture the number “13” in industrial settings.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
This bridge over Eagle River is beautiful.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.