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Temple
of Dome

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Delving
into the dark dome of the power house
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The
landscape of the power house, quite familiar to me from my time in
724-C, was very alien at first glimpse of this site. Clearly this site was very
different from what I had become used to seeing.
The
power house dome opened wide above me as I entered-- too wide in
fact. I looked up to see that the mezzanine level, which would
normally be about 10 feet above my head, was completely gone.
From
somewhere beneath my feet, the babble of hidden running water sounded
with its tantalizing song and as I surveyed the landscape, I saw a very,
very barren space.

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Some
of the few remaining features on the top level of the power
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The
largest open space in the entire complex, even my beloved Streamlight
could do little to abate the stygian cloak of the power house dome with
its 130-foot diameter and 50-foot height.
My
camera struggled to gather enough photons to reveal the width and
breadth
of the once great hall of diesel-generated power. Dust further
obscured and confounded my photographic efforts with reflected light
that manifested as multifarious glowing orbs dotting the images like a
hundred Glindas* appearing before me.
*
Glinda, the Good
Witch of the North from The Wizard of OZ. Glinda first appeared to
Dorothy in the film as a translucent orb from which the witch resolved
before her very eyes.

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Where
yard gnomes come from? - Tiny houses nestled in the power house.
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Smurf
Village
Looking
across the expanse, I discerned in the dark a harsh geometry of concrete
hills and valleys dominating the central space where all the heavy
equipment had been. Monoliths of steel-reinforced cement stood
where once there had been great roaring motors, chillers, ice banks and
other cacophonous machinery. Between these monuments ran yawning
canyons filled with fiberglass insulation, asbestos and other menacing
debris.
In
some areas, the raised areas resembled bunkers or concrete fortifications and
even small dwellings as though we'd stumbled on a subterranean village of
gnomes, dwarves or perhaps even some decidedly gloomy smurfs.

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A
wasteland of fiberglass insulation and asbestos awaits you in
the power house. Pretty typical really.
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Surrounding
this quiet "settlement" was an area level with the rooflines of the
concrete "homes" enclosing a considerable amount of open space
below a raised cement floor. This raised area ran around the perimeter
of the power house dome with the smurf village in the center next to the pads
for the four diesel generators (in absentia).
At
one time, the valleys were covered with steel gratings that made the floor of
the power house a continuous surface running between the power and HVAC
equipment. With the removal of the gratings by scrappers, this rather
intricate, multi-layered wilderness was revealed: the mysterious sub-space of
the power house floor.

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The
narrow streets of the underground troll/smurf/dwarf village.
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Visible
through cracks and gaps in the floor, it was clear that below the smurf
village that there was another entire level below the two I could see.
Left
to my own devices once again by the others, they had gotten to the power
house before I had. Although I couldn't see hide nor hair of them, I
could hear their muffled voices caroming about inside the dome. I knew
right away where they must be.
Descent
into Unterland
From
below the huge concrete slabs, faint lights peeked out intermittently
accompanied by muffled and disembodied voices.
I moved toward them trying to catch up and then the lights vanished.
Moments later they appeared from another gap in the floor some distance away.

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Barren
generator and switchgear pads with the entrance in the
background.
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There
they were! Under there! Now how the hell did they get there?
I
looked about for a way down into Fiberglass Valley but didn't see any steps
or other means of descent short of jumping down there. With my lights
and cameras in tow, I wanted to avoid jostling about too much lest I damage
them. Skirting
around the holes and hazards, I followed the periphery of the dome looking
for access to the hidden world below. There had to be access to the
lower areas around there somewhere!
I
encountered one hole that had been designated as the local waste bin and which
contained some rather large refuse: a heavy duty cart, an axle with rims,
large pipe fittings and lengths of steel I-beams, a small motorized vehicle--
upturned into the pit. Beer cans and bottles lay all about the pit and
around it all flowed some of the water I was hearing.

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Through
the cracks, another underground world is visible below.
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Following
along the wall, I suddenly spotted what had to be the way down into the
hidden sub-levels below. There was an opening in the floor with
railings around two sides and a short
ladder going down. At the bottom of the ladder there was a 2nd ladder
that went down even further.
Aha!
The
opening clearly had once been covered by an access panel providing for maintenance and
was marked with yellow caution stripes around it. I could imagine some
airman climbing down there with a checklist and a grease pencil in one hand
to inspect a series of pipes and such for problems.
There
was a lot space down there from the looks of it, and not a little water as
well. There was not much headroom however; the space appeared to be
only about 4 feet tall. What mysteries could there be down there?

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A
trench full of junk - that pipe you see at the upper left is 16
inches in diameter by the way.
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Juggling
my cameras and lights to free up my hands, I started down the ladder into the
cramped, wet and dark space below.
The
first level down was at the same level as the doors to the smurfs' modest, graffiti-tarnished
homes and aside from heaps of pipe insulation and trash, didn't have anything
very interesting to offer.
Back
at the junk pits, there was some intriguing garbage and the inverted
"Mouse Mobile" which hung there abandoned over the pit. How
sad that "Ol' 931" was discarded like so much junk after it was no
longer needed.

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More
discarded junk left behind in the underbelly of the power house.
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Ducking
low, I stepped onto a thick bed of dirt and powdered fiberglass that covered
the floor all around me. Neat rows of concrete pillars ran off into the darkness
in all directions.
I
looked about but there was still no sign of the others in the vast darkness
of Unterland.
Had
they left me behind once again?
Damn,
I was really going to have to get my ass in gear if I was ever going to catch up
to the others.
Keeping
my head down I followed along the sloping wall of the dome and searched for
the others.

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The
gateway to Unterland
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Water
dripped down from the floor above making patterns in the accumulated sand
covering the floor. The sound of water was even louder down there and
I had to find where it was going. Sticking to the edge of the room, I
headed toward the sound of the flowing stream.

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Nope,
this photo is not upside-down, the poor "Mouse Mobile"
has been upturned into the pit and abandoned for some reason.
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The
pillared vaults of Unterland-- a space about 5 feet high.
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Peering
between the forest of concrete pillars, I could see in the distance some very
large pipes laying on the floor. Moving toward them, the sound of water
grew louder. I was closing in on Titan Creek!

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A
sump well (hole at left) and large pipes and other structures in the
background.
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Giant
water pipes: someone thought some of this piping was worth
taking. Titan Creek flows right out of one of them!
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In
the above photo, I first glimpsed the hidden flow once again as it emerged
from very large pipes into the power house. These large pipes once
supplied raw water to the water treatment system-- an imposing collection of
giant tanks housing sulfuric acid, caustic lye (aka: Sodium Hydroxide) and
other hazardous industrial agents employed in the treatment and
de-mineralization of the raw water for use in the chillers and ice banks.

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A
closer look at the giant water pipes and the water flowing
through.
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The
missing sections of pipe left open on the other side of the entrance were
channeling the water into the power house where it spilled onto the concrete
slab. Still, it flowed off into the darkness once again. This
time however, I had a pretty good idea where it must be going.

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The
wall of the power house dome just beneath the entrance showing
some smaller piping and more water.
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Looking
closer, there were actually several smaller flows coming from smaller pipes
and I was surprised to see that the 16-inch flexible connection was exposed
after all the years, its braided stainless steel covering completely eroded
away by relentless corrosive forces and acidic ground water.

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A
closer look at the pipes under the power house floor showing
some smaller trickles joining the larger flow through the
structure.
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The
flexible connection to one of the 16-inch water lines showing
the eroded stainless steel braiding.
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The
water that flowed from the end of the giant pipe appeared crystal clear as it
flowed off into the darkness. Not that I would take a swig mind you,
but you'd expect something down there to bear the same characteristic
nastiness imparted onto everything else in the complex.

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Titan
Creek flowing out the open end of the water main. You
can see the very clear (looking) water heading off
between the pillars to somewhere unseen.
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As
I marveled at this underground flume, I wondered what it was like after a
heavy rain hit the area. Does Royal City even have a rainy
season? It's pretty damn dry there in July and the whole area is pretty
heavily irrigated, so I just don't know. The water table seemed pretty
close to the surface I would later discover, so perhaps storm clouds really
did venture into the area. Either that or lake What's-It's-Name was to
blame.

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Looking
at the wall where the pipes and conduit pass through from tunnel
junction #10.
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There
is a surprising array of penetrations coming through that
wall. The power house was one busy place!
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Ever
Deeper
After
some searching it was clear that Walter and the lads from Undersea
Adventures had left the power house or descended to a deeper level beneath
my feet. I had seen a 2nd ladder leading down from the level I was
currently on so I looked around for another maintenance access. It wasn't long before I
found one:

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Another
ladder down leading to the lowest level of Unterland.
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Descending
ever deeper, I wondered what could be under this 2nd sub-floor. As I
set foot on this next and deeper level, once
again I was struck by the stunning enormity and complexity of the
structure. The Lowry site had certainly been much simpler in design
than this place.
This
lower level enclosed a surprisingly large space; it was about 5 feet high and
instead of coil springs or some other method of shock absorption, it had
used a series of large spring beams to support and protect the intricate
concrete layer cake which comprised the power house floor.
Spring
beams were a rather ingenious way to spread out load and shock over a series
of pedestals upon which were mounted very stout, hinged steel hangers from
which the beams were suspended. At each end of these beams were
supports that rose up to carry the slab above.
(Click
here
for blueprint details on spring beams and their
design. The image shows a similar design used in the Lowry sites at
the bottom level of the equipment terminals. The detail shows a
pedestal with 2 hangers and the beams attached which are in cross-section.)
The
weight of the suspended floors kept the beams under constant spring tension
which would flex in response to vertical shock and sway along the hinged
joints in the event of lateral motion.
However,
it was immediately obvious to me that the beams were long gone.
How
could that be? They had supported the tremendous weight of thousands
of tons of concrete, steel and equipment. What was holding this whole
affair up now that they were gone?
Titan
Shrugged
Closer
inspection revealed that at each pedestal, salvage workers had apparently
gone to each spring beam assembly and most likely used heavy jacks to take
the weight off of the supporting structure. Once relieved of the
weight of the floor slab, a short chunk of steel was inserted atop the
pedestals as a shim.

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One
of the spring beam pedestals. There used to be two large
steel beams suspended from each one of these. You can see
the chunk of steel on top acting as a shim to hold up the floor
above.
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With
the weight resting on the shim, the spring beams could be disconnected at
the hinges and removed. Scores
of these small hunks of steel were apparently all that was holding the
entire power house floor aloft!
I
have no idea how the bloody hell they got the beams, which were probably 20
feet long, out of that enclosed space. Perhaps some poor sucker spent
his day down there with a cutting torch making them into smaller chunks.
Not my idea of fun.

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The
view at the lowest level beneath the power house showing the
silt collected there and the constant dripping of water from
above. In the distance you can see more pedestals from the
missing spring beams and a pipe which I believe was to one of
the wells supplying the complex.
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The
very bottom slab looked rather like a lake bed with sand and silt covering
it in a heavy layer. Crouching
low I ventured under the low concrete ceiling where I found myself
bedampened by an incessant aerial attack from water dripping off the
ceiling. Still seeing no one and with my shoes slipping in sandy muck,
I retreated to the periphery where my camera gear was in less danger of
getting wet.

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Another
look at the lowest level of Unterland. This was the
typical view down there. There were a few pipes, sump
wells and access ladders, but otherwise it was a rather an eerie
and empty place.
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As
I hadn't seen or heard the others in some time, I felt a renewed sense of
urgency to catch up as well as to find a place where I could stand up
straight again!

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Back
on top of the power house floor, the generator motor mounts set
empty and alone in the dark.
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I
returned to the ladder and exited Unterland, leaving its angular concrete
topology and diminutive denizens (along with their rude graffiti)
behind.
Back
in tunnel junction #10, I finally rejoined the group which was assembled at
the entrance to the launcher tunnels, watching the water flow past.

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One
last look at Smurf Village. This particular
"home" was host to some fireworks set alight on its
roof. I can't help wondering how long it takes smoke to
clear in such a place.
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I
asked them what they'd seen down in Unterland:
"We saw where
all the water goes."
"Where?"
"Down
one of the wells."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Very
interesting. The same thing was happening out at Lowry 724-C."
After
some discussion about the clean and pure appearance of the water, we decided
to head down the launcher tunnels next and maybe I'd see where all this water
was coming from. I hadn't yet seen the water disappearing down
the open well, but we agreed that we'd head back down later and take another
look. That never happened.
Lesson
#1 of visiting a Titan I site:
The
Titan I underground complex is huge. You can easily spend 12 hours
looking around and still not see everything. Because of this, if you
are limited by time, you will have to make a compromise between how much of
the complex you want to see, and how much time you want to spend looking at
any given area you visit.
If,
for example, you spend too long looking at the power house and control
center, you may well run out of time to visit all 3 launchers and their
associated terminals.
On
the other hand, if you rush through the entire complex, you may well be able
to visit just about every area but you may overlook a lot of interesting
details as you breeze on through.
In
my case, I figured I'd just get a photo of the well when I came back through
the power house. Well, we did come back through the power house, but
never went back down underneath the floor. And so the pictures of the
well never happened-- something I regret now, but at the time I was tired
from hours of walking and in fact forgot to head back down there.
Stepping
carefully in single file, we followed the narrow strip of remaining flooring
into the launcher tunnels and toward the fuel terminal accompanied by the
soothing sounds of a gentle stream...
Tune
in soon for the next installment:
Part
Four - Oil and Water
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