This building would store and maintain warheads. It was right next to the launch pad, but the two were separated by a high mound.
One of the few doors.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
A side door for the brick factory.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
Miners would sit in this room before going into the mine. The boards on the right indicated whether every single miner was “in” or “out”.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.