This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.
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.
She’s a charmer.
Lights over the emergency slides. A veritable overgrown city in the background.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.