These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Mounted in an office.
Note the wood and rubber wheels on this powder cart.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.