Left: A medium storage chamber with access to an interconnecting steam tunnel at ceiling height. This room also has various smashed toilets. Why? Because dead toilets–all of them–always find a home in a cave. Center: Steps go past a +-intersection, left goes deeper, right goes to utility tunnels for the brewery, forward used to go to the brewery basement… it’s now backfilled. Left from the backfill is a small hallway; see ‘Backfill Self Portrait’. Center-Right: Utility tunnels tie knots between the brewery’s demolished basement and its caves. Right: Most of the storage volume is in large chambers down this causeway.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
Was the last job of this hook to lift the remaining equipment out of the hoist hall? The control boards, giant electric motors and transformers?
This train shed was later converted to load trucks with concrete from the silos.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.