The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
Old conveyor belts are draped over the sides of the ore chutes to cut down on the noise and wear of the dumping trains.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.