At all times two men sat stationed inside, waiting for the order to destroy the world. In a hardened capsule about thirty feet below ground was launch control for the weapons. The interesting stuff lay downstairs though. From the outside it resembled a large house, and as the living quarters from the airmen stationed here served a similar function. It possessed a few artifacts, but I quickly discerned this location was mainly an administrative office, so I headed onward.ĭelta-01, a control facility responsible for command of nuclear missiles, was my next site. My first stop was to view nuclear missiles, and I arrived at the Minuteman Missile Silo Historic Site’s headquarters. South Dakota had ugly roads, with an unending line of obnoxious billboards screaming at drivers from ever angle. I made more movement westward, with some two wheel remnants of the Sturgis Bike Rally passing in the opposite direction. I continued across this dark, windy countryside until late at night, still not making as much progress as originally planned. The drive was expectedly boring and thankfully uneventful. I had more starts and stops for errands too but afterwards finally made progress heading west. Even though I did not have to leave until mid-morning, I still departed a couple hours late. After a sleep deprived weekend running Ragnar Great River Relay I once again performed last minute heroics in planning and packing for a trip, this time to the Black Hills of South Dakota.
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