A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
The Comm Room’s portals once supported many more conduits.
The quenching water was reused over and over.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
The ’59’ is just a reference to that work station. Unfortunately the scrappers beat me to this machine–there was not much left besides the 2-ton shell and this control panel.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.