If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
A gate large enough to accommodate a missile, next to the ruins of the guard shack. Wyoming is the intersection of lonely and beautiful.
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
The left building is active, the right building is not, though both were built as Wilson Bros buildings. The skyway was rough, inside and out, but I liked the small gate in the bottom of it–it reminded me of a castle. Skyways like these were a fireproofing measure.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.