The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
Though it’s a little unclear what control station controlled what function, these levers seemed to relate to some of the bigger equipment inside the dredge, such as the trommel.