Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
A portrait of the second school of McConnell, built in 1937.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
On the left are rows of dayrooms; on the right is one of two long hallways which connect the two halves of the hospital. The large, center section of the hallway would fit chairs for patients to look out on the gardens. They called it a conservatory. This hallway would be as close as some patients would get to nature.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.