The tunnel in the above image leads to the generator room, where all the juice for my father’s fallout shelter is made. (For background, click here.)
The well pump isn’t really the subject I had in mind when I took this photo. I was looking more at that old flannel jacket. My father was wearing it the very first day of the shelter cycle, when he embarked on his twenty-year journey to tame the future. He still wears the old jacket when he’s in the shelter — because it really gets cold down there.
So here he is: my father. Looks pretty normal, doesn’t he? So, with everything you’ve read and seen, what do you think of him?
Not long before the Soviet Union collapsed, my father and some of his close associates built a fallout shelter in Montana. Although my family, of course, has not had to use the shelter, my father (like many Westerners) still believes that a nuclear exchange of some kind is imminent.
The above picture is of some strainers hanging from the curved ceiling of the kitchen, located on the top floor of the shelter. The ceiling is curved because the shelter is encased in a rebar-reinforced cement egg, which is designed to withstand the shock of both seismic activity (in the event of earth changes) and nuclear detonations (in the event of disastrous changes in human behavior).
I will post more pictures in the near future of the shelter and related items.