The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
A volcano (?) under a window.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
The chief engineer had many phones. It’s my guess one connects to the pilot house and the other connects to the emergency steerage station that’s mid-deck.
I like this picture because it shows some of the only unbroken windows at Packard.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.