Monday, August 24, 2009

Steelhead Shanghai

My trip to Steelhead Shanghai started with an unusual sight: a landing strip, held aloft with propellors.

Crossing over to Shanghai, the Chinese architecture was immediately apparent. Arches, pagodas, Chinese characters on the walls - it was apparent I was no longer in the familiar environs of Steelhead.

The Chinese immigrants were also used to doing the dangerous work. A rickety staircase led to a mine opening. Whatever was coming out of the mountain was not coming easily, and I could imagine that the Chinese worked cheaply, and did not object too much when a life was lost.

Though I could see the occasional mansion, doubtless owned by a wealthy person seeking more land than he or she could afford in the older parts of Steelhead, many of the residences were built as cheaply as possible. [OOC note: this is not meant as an insult. Just the opposite, in fact. Immigrant housing looks like immigrant housing.]

The Chinese-style tower is where the money went; the building looms over the shantytowns and even the mansions, a constant reminder of the Oriental presence.
Inside, I sat and contemplated the paintings. [The building houses the sales office for Shanghai, with a mechanism to reserve a lot.]

I spotted some very strange steam vessels in the harbor.

Below, a laundry house.

Though still unfinished, Steelhead Shanghai is beautiful and mysterious, and yet fits in with the overall "late 19th century Pacific Northwest" theme. Bravo, Mr. Eclipse! Brava, Miss Hilra!

1 comment:

Capt. Red Llewellyn said...

Thank you dear Miss Jameson...Gorgeous reporting! Lush...and describe things so vividly... I can't wait to visit!