A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
There are 700 of these storage bunkers. Their design was to funnel explosions upward, rather than toward other buildings, to minimize secondary explosions.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
It’s a small world… look at it.
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.