Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
In the mountainside are a number of air shafts, indicating where the tunnels traced under the rocky surface.
A closeup of the key to the Dominion (aka Government of Canada) Elevator manlift. That it needed such a guide does not inspire confidence.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
Sunset through a stained window in the headhouse made the floor feel like a heavy industrial Disney movie.