If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
Just a couple guys enjoying an industrial ruin.
Chester Creek takes many such sliding dives where it empties into Lake Superior.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
The roof of the King Elevator had two small vents and a terrific view of Sleeping Giant Provincial Park. Arista 100 in 120.
Where the bricks jumped and wood followed, water runs amok.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Coming to an inspirational poster near you… what should it read? ADVENTURE AWAITS? Don’t hang posters. Go outside.