All that’s left of the lost annex near Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4 and #5. Arista 100.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
An exit from the concourse.
Looking out of the brewhouse toward the river.
Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
Global Trading remarked the building in the mid-60s, but far above the door is the old ‘Detroit Shipbuilding’ paint, though it’s faint nowadays.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.