Mining Iron Ore on the Mesabi Range in the 1950s
If you never handled iron ore you might not know about how many different sizes, shapes, colors, and textures it came in. Much of it was like gravel. Still plenty more of it was like dirt. And still more of it was like mud, almost like liquified Crayola crayons. Once you touched it the stuff was on you like glue. Look at the wheels of the road grader next to the man wearing the blue jeans and denim shirt. If you wanted to stay clean the best place to never visit on foot was Minnesota's Mesabi Iron Range. This timeless photograph was snapped somewhere up there. The mountain of shippable ore is piling higher and higher while the larger tailings (waste rock) surrounded the property to keep the iron iron in nice neat piles. for shipment by the railroad.
Mining Iron Ore on the Mesabi Range in the 1950s
If you never handled iron ore you might not know about how many different sizes, shapes, colors, and textures it came in. Much of it was like gravel. Still plenty more of it was like dirt. And still more of it was like mud, almost like liquified Crayola crayons. Once you touched it the stuff was on you like glue. Look at the wheels of the road grader next to the man wearing the blue jeans and denim shirt. If you wanted to stay clean the best place to never visit on foot was Minnesota's Mesabi Iron Range. This timeless photograph was snapped somewhere up there. The mountain of shippable ore is piling higher and higher while the larger tailings (waste rock) surrounded the property to keep the iron iron in nice neat piles. for shipment by the railroad.