Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
A storage vault for guns and other weapons to protect the base from attack.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
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.