In a strange loft next to the brewhouse are these twin kettles, which seem much older than the main kettles in the brewhouse.
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.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
“Richard Glumac”. Brick Graffiti Series.
The fantastic red elevator that is Pool #61, built 1928.
“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.
The modern morgue, a replacement for the original morgue which has since been turned into a kitchen area.