Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
A typical dwelling in San Luis. I could not tell if it was occupied, but most of the town is abandoned.
The hospital is so self art deco that it seems like a film set!
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
The whole smelter ran on gravity… elevating the various raw materials and working with them until at the bottom of the furnace, copper poured out.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.