The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
Looking at the huge and modern Cargill B2 from the circa-1919 Lake Superior “I”. This is a rather unique perspective of Enger Tower and Skyline.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
Kat’s pretty cool.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
Every walking path was strewn with debris. It was hard to imagine that all that was inside once.