“Every fan of Fallout MUST know about Salton Sea, CA. It’s a real life post-apocalyptic wonderland.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otIU6Py4K_A )”
Oh wow, this made me look up an abandoned part of an RAF base I grew up near to. Let me tell you a story…
While I didn’t grow up in a Desert, I once explored a disused part of the Royal Air Force base near where I lived. We (as in my friends and I, all about 15 at the time) found it on accident at first through wandering in the woods. We explored it, looking at the buildings that were all around, disused.
(pictures gathered from the internet)
We were later spotted by a lone security officer and asked, politely, to leave. I reckon he saw that we meant no harm, and weren’t vandals, so he didn’t go crazy about us being there. We all went home that night, and I told my parents about it. As it turned out, people knew it was there, it wasn’t a secret, it just wasn’t visited or spoken about often - why would anybody need to?
This place had several buildings I knew not the purpose of, and a massive hospital built out of bricks. Windows had been smashed over the years, and some had been boarded up in some futile attempt to keep people out.
I explored one of the buildings, and as luck would have it, I found a picture of the very building I went inside (above). the interior was bare, and smelled of tons of dust. It was incredibly eerie being inside the building, but also very interesting.
The hospital itself, we never went inside, at the time, it was boarded up the most, and we weren’t exactly up for ripping a board off to poke around. We were still at the age where trouble with the police meant very bad things from our parents, and there were a few security patrols that wandered around the area due to the proximity to the ‘live’ parts of the base.
It kind of surprises me, and shocks me to be honest, that the hospital wasn’t spoken much about in my family, not until I brought it up to my parents out of curiosity. I learned that I was born there. To return to the place where my life began, and see it disused, abandoned, and falling apart as the grass is left to grow tall around it, was something that stuck with me at that age. The hospital, and the buildings around it, were closed in 1995, it’s mind boggling to remember seeing how quickly nature took over the place and made it look like it had been abandoned longer than that.
Even if I wanted to go inside that hospital now, after all these years, I cannot. Because, as it turns out, the place was demolished in 2008 for a new housing project. Not too long after I moved away, as if my being in the area was the last thing keeping it tethered to this plane of existence.
My place of birth is no more, now. I do not share that fact with my siblings, who were all born in other, still-active hospitals. It really puts into perspective how nothing will last forever, how even the site of something as incredible as one’s own birth can also become symbolic to one’s inevitable death, decay, and erasure from existence. Sure, there is always historic records like the ones I’ve dug up for this post, but even the records will fall victim to time and be lost forever. Moreover, it is not the same as having the thing still be physically there.