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.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
Hip bump girl.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
The main gate, as seen in 2005. It hasn’t changed much since then.
This sea leg was installed to unload grain boats. It’s pretty much a big bucket elevator that can be moved and lowered into waiting boats.
Some warnings on the older battery which was visibly older than its eastern counterpart. This set of batteries had no railing between the side of the ovens and a long drop onto railroad tracks… I like this picture because it shows the effects of the heat and corrosive gasses on the area around the ovens.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.