When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
In the mine offices, a training manual for miners sits open. Here’s how you signal to the surface if you are trapped after a disaster.
Twin tracks exit a concrete wall below St. Anthony (Cathedral) Hill.
The remains of the surgical suite.
Work never done.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.