The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.
I am not sure what this machine does, but I have a hunch that it husks and cleans the sugar beets as they come into the plant. It is certainly the biggest single piece of equipment in any of the mills.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
On this production line, the office was elevated far above the floor.
The top of the barracks staircase.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
As a storm moves across Lake Superior toward Duluth, an ore freighter anchors behind the Superior light station.
Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.