A side view of the oven pusher from the ground. The tallest coal bunker looks tiny in the distance, though on the scale of the factory it’s practically on top of me as I’m taking the picture.
The side of King that faces the lake is stained yellow-green.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.