Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
Too big to be scrapped, to simple to be auctioned. It waited for the demo crews and demo cranes to arrive.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
Interlocking bricks at the mouth of the stoker-less boiler.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.