The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
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Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
Where workers would sign documents and collect their pay.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.
The pipes in the boiler would be full of water, so the heat in the furnace.