The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The BOMARC launch buildings are spaced on a large concrete pad that looks like a parking lot. Out of view are underground pipes for fueling and cooling the rocket motors.
It’s like a piece of paper that’s been written on and rewritten, until you can’t read what the original message was.
An abandoned house at Tilston, MB.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Some small candles light one of the few surviving tunnels that once linked buildings on the campus with the steam plant. In winter, it was common for patients to be transported through these to avoid the cold, and during the Cold War these served as nuclear fallout shelters.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
The parking lot is in better condition than most of the complex. The left building is the lab.