A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
A 8-foot-tall volume indicator that could be read from across the beet boiler floor–convenient when the controls are 20 feet away.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
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.
In the women’s restroom.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.