M O N R O
C F A C I L I T Y
When I have seen by
Time's fell hand defaced, The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed, And brass eternal slave
to mortal rage --William Shakespeare
Monroc Facility, Idaho Falls,
& Liz (photos by Shady)
the heck is that place...?" I remember asking Liz
repeatedly, every time we drove past this ominous-looking old
structure during my visit with her in Idaho...
it sat way back off of the road, looming up across a field of snow... luring me
in with it's creepiness and decrepit-ness and stuff. Liz had no idea
what it was either, so being the irrepressibly curious (and most
likely foolish) types we are, one day we took a detour to investigate...
It seemed deserted... as we got
closer we saw no one, not person in sight... everything quiet and
still. The signs we saw said the word 'Monroc', but we
weren't sure exactly what that was at the time (later, an internet
search showed Monroc Inc. as a company that produces
concrete, gravel, and other construction materials). The place
seemed to be on the verge of collapse- whole walls were missing
showing slices of the rooms within. One of the most interesting
aspects of the place to me was the many rickety old stairways
everywhere, many just jutting out precariously into empty space...
After wandering around for a few
minutes in frosty snow drifts around the compound and gazing up at
the tower-like levels of the upper floors, we decided to make the
attempt to climb the stairs if possible. Probably a very stupid idea
considering the crumbling state of the old metal stairways (and in
fact, the entire place), but, we did it anyway, heh. The whole time
we were going up, I was just anticipating the moment when the whole
thing was gonna rattle loose and disintegrate beneath me... gulp.
Thankfully it didn't, but we couldn't get too far because most of
the upper stairs lead up into... well, nowhere. Coming
back down was tricky too... the stairway was steep and slippery,
every single step coated in a thick layer of ice. Luckily I didn't
pull a Humpty-Dumpty or anything.
Inside, the place wasn't in much
better shape. There were gaping holes in most of the walls, and
some were dotted with what appeared to be bullet holes. The frozen
concrete floors of some of the cavernous rooms were sheathed in
slick ice, making our explorations treacherous as we slid around
in some weird form of iceskate-less ice-skating. I quickly learned
that shooting pics while 'ice-skating' is not so easy- as proven
by the numerous blurred shots I had to lose, heh heh.
This was one lonely, desolate,
and chilly place. Silent and empty save for the sounds of
our boots crunching snow and ice, it somehow made for a very
creepy atmosphere. This is exactly the kind of spooky,
out-of-the-way kinda place that some demented
sadistic-torture-killer would choose for a 'headquarters'... not
the most comforting of thoughts when I'm out in the middle of
nowhere with only my best gal-pal and nobody on Earth knowing
where we are (except perhaps that sadistic killer who could be
hiding anywhere in the shadows mwaaa haaa HA)
Fortunately we didn't run into
any lurking maniacs or psycho-killers. But after awhile spent
wandering out in the frigid, biting winter air, we were
dangerously close to becoming human icicles (to complement the many
that hung glimmering in clusters along the edges of the haphazard
structure)... so we decided to had back to civilization. Despite the
icy temperatures we both had a great time exploring this
helter-skelter building with the ladders-to-nowhere. And we were both
very glad that it did not collapse on us.
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