Taken just after the sun set over Duluth. Don’t you love that green glow?
The last of four radar domes on the base.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Equipment that did not sell at auction.
The boiler room has four big boilers in it, which seems like overkill. No wonder this plant could supply power to the works and the town at full capacity!
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
Inside the main entrance is a whiteboard and mirror, then it branches into discrete spaces.