Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
There isn’t an unbroken window in the entire historic complex as of 2013.
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
It seems logical that, at one time, a rock crusher was installed at the base of the mine rails shown here at the top of the Concentrator. Rocks small enough to fit between the rails would automatically bypass the crusher and continue to the work floor via the hopper below.
The huge snowfalls of 2011 brought new collapses across the buildings.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.