To run new gutters through the building, some of the plaster walls of the Chateau had to be smashed through.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The very top of the Administration Tower’s spiral staircase. There’s an old antenna of some kind there, as you can see.
The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.