Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.
A guard shack on top of a hill in the middle of the base. The hill separates the launch pad from the warhead storage building. In other configurations the launch pad is down the road from the Integrated Fire Control buildings, but at MS-40 it was all on one site.
A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
I found a face.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.