The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Fall in line, act skinny, watch out for low hanging pipes. Don’t ask me where in the maze this was… 90% of the plant looked like this; vast rooms and catwalks with crisscrossing pipes and valves.
It was a strange choice, although I appreciate it, for the firm reusing the shops to brick up the doorways while leaving the doors.
“Daisy”… probably for the mill, as it was unusual for women to work at Daisy.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.