The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
The office for the maintenance shop was sound-insulated and ventilated.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
Looking into the mouth of the hopper which mine carts dumped into at the top of the Concentrator.