Looking toward downtown, one is reminded that when Stahlmann built here in 1855 that it was on the very edge of the city.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
The Cross of Loraine served as the international symbol of tuberculosis; it was traditional to find these on sanatorium smokestacks like this, which was part of the old steam plant, behind the Refractory.
In some places in the mine shops, you can still make out narrow gauge track in the floors.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
Hales & Hunter sign, as it looks today.
Thanks to the demolition (I’ll never say that again), the inner structure of the bins are revealed. So much wood!
In the background you can see the crane, which would in the weeks to follow bring all you see here to the ground.