The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Looking out of the demolished skyway. Note the big hole in the floor. The lens is too wide to keep my foot out of it… I’m hanging in the superstructure that I climbed to make this photo.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
Graffiti by a crew member of the Algolake.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
It is unclear whether this area was for coal dumping or ore dumping, though the huge dents in the steel plating suggests the latter.