Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Looking from abandoned to active. The end of Dock 6 often has a crane and some shacks on it, as the chutes aren’t used anymore. Instead, conveyors are installed on the land-side of the dock that fill docked vessels, making the end of the dock little more than a breakwater and a place to park repair and recovery equipment.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Note the pit is filled in here.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
The fantastic Art Deco portico over the main entrance to the concourse.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.