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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, Idaho

Monroc Facility, Idaho Falls, Idaho

explored by: Shady & Liz (photos by Shady)

"What 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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