One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
“This way,” then, “No, that way!”
I like to think of this as the hardware abstraction layer. It’s one of many subassembly monorail conveyors that dipped onto the factory floor to deliver assembled subsections where they needed to be on the main assembly floor below.
Looking at ADM-Delmar #4, #1 and Kurth from the Meal Storage Elevator at sunset on one of the warmer days of December. Note the graffiti “United Crushers” that gave the big elevator its common name among locals. Also, Harris Machinery is sitting in the lower-left corner, awaiting word of its next use.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
The sliding nuclear-blast-hardened door that would shield the missile during an attack.
There’s concrete under that dirt… under that water… somewhere.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.