When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
A guard shack on top of a hill in the middle of the base. The hill separates the launch pad from the warhead storage building. In other configurations the launch pad is down the road from the Integrated Fire Control buildings, but at MS-40 it was all on one site.
If there were no other options, operators could climb this ladder from the Communications Room to the surface, after opening two heavy steel hatches, of course.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
An ad hoc scrawl remembers some long-done project.
Did you leave in a hurry?
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.