Giant chunks of cooled slag form an island near Mud Lake.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
I wonder who boarded the family house… the EPA?
Aaron by the concentrator.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
The blast pit carried the smoke and flame from the rocket motor away from the other base buildings.