The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
Parts lockers on the top floor of the power plant.