Officers got houses and the honor of living near other officers. They call it Officer’s Row.
Preparing to drive up the narrow road into Picayune Gulch, which was barely wide enough for my SUV.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Looking out the second-floor lighthouse office window. On this visit, the last ice of the season was slowly drifting into the harbor.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
The Peavey logo, before it rusted off and the offices were demolished.
The UP gets a lot of snow, making exploring its old mines a special challenge in the winter. The snow is more than 6 feet deep in this picture, and firm enough to walk on.