A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
The lower door is where the rocket exhaust would flow into the blast pit during initial launch. The upper doors would vent the rocket so the erector and other equipment in the building would not be (as) damaged.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
The cemetery for the old asylum is, sadly, largely unmarked. Only in recent years has there been a real effort to locate and identify the remains there.