The morning dawned. I woke up already at 7 am and left pretty much directly after getting up.
This was the car I borrowed from my friend’s parents. It was recently imported from abroad and still didn’t have permanent plates. I’ve removed the temporary register sticker.
The Passat was comfortable and nice to drive. If I wasn’t so much into Volvos and if I hadn’t decided to retire at the end of the summer, I might have considered buying one.
My first location was one I had spotted 13 years earlier when living in the region. There was an old transformation station and some other brick structures near a highway. I didn’t know how to reach them, because they were next to a bridge. But now I had found a way.
There’s a risk of falling, the sign says. Promising.
The transformation station is to the left, the other structure is to the right and the bridge is behind them. So what is this place?
This place is a log transfer facility It was built in 1892 to transfer wood from a waterway to another. Even a sawmill was built next to it, but it was closed way back in 1932. The use of this facility ended in 1963.
A closer look at the brick building.
And a closer look at the transformation station.
Let’s approach this building first.
The place was cramped.
It was also full of rusty machinery the use of which was unknown to me.
Some of it was loose.
I wonder what all of this has done.
The facility was steam powered. That pipe has probably transferred the steam.
The machinery was big.
That thing probably is stuck forever.
Let’s go up. Those handrails look newer than the rest of the structure.
So do those bars. It looks like some safety measures have been taken here.
This is probably where the logs have moved through the building.
I really wonder, how this has functioned.
The roof looks pretty new.
Let’s move on to the transformation station.
Well, looks like a transformation station.
There was not much to see here. But the roof had been rebuilt not too long ago.
A good start to the day.