This building would store and maintain warheads. It was right next to the launch pad, but the two were separated by a high mound.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
Dead cars were parked permanently near the model farm. Perhaps it had an automotive program. After all, before they were ‘Indian Residential Schools’ they were ‘Indian Industrial Schools’.
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!
Moss growing where the sunlight sneaks through the boarded windows.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”