In the nurses’ dormitories, beds, couches and chairs still sit. It’s unclear whether these are remnants of the homeless shelter in the 80s or the actual nurses.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
2016. A section of the third floor that has changed a lot over the years. Compare to 2006 shot.
Cobble streets wrap around the inside of the fort.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.