The Last Newfoundland Portion of 2008.
Remember the post about that town that used to be home to an American air force base?
Well, do you also remember the above picture I posted, when I was explaining how you can drive on the old tarmac with the old hangars off to your sides?
The curiosity of what the inside of a hanger became too much for me.
The last weekend I would have to spend in Newfoundland for 2008, I decided to get this place done.
Once inside, I questioned just how forgotten this place really was. The vehicles didn't look in disrepair and there were a few tools laying around as well. Since I was only taking pictures and only had my tripod on me, I figured it wouldn't be anymore problem than maybe an irate worker or business owner.
I continued about my business and snapped a few pictures.
Apart from the main hangar area, there were some decimated offices and these locker/washrooms.
I was especially excited about the locker picture; to the point of where I took 7 or 8, fifteen second exposure pictures.
It's too bad, as I'm still not completely happy with the result.
Moving into the next room, I found this mural awfully creepy. For a person who is not normally crept out by much except spiders and people who stand too close to him; this was one surefire way to grab my attention and direct it towards cleaning my portion of the hangar.
Going back downstairs, there were a few empty rooms and some with mysterious mechanical equipment. Coming to the end of the hallway, I found a vertical ladder which led to a small door out onto the roof.
Unfortunately, this was small town NFLD, so I didn't stay out there for very long.
An old man in a beat-up Ford pickup did drive up the adjacent road, but since I had ventured out a bit, I couldn't exactly rush back in when the floor looked like what is shown in the above photo.
Actually, as I was trying to climb back inside after that little truck scare, I cracked that left board even more - effectively scaring the living daylights out of myself, as there was a nice 30 foot drop below me.
The hangar didn't take much more than an hour because of its simplicity. Another interesting portion was that you could get up in the rafters; but with nothing besides a dump truck and random junk to take pictures of, what was the real point of maneuvering around catwalks 50 feet off the ground?
I again found myself in Stéphenville in the early morning, so I decided to walk down the road a bit and check out another rundown pair of hangars.
Judging by the outside conditions, these hangars looked like they would provide far better odds of actually being vacant.
Unfortunately, these hangars were even more empty than the last one. The bathroom was tiny and basically a square room divided with plywood. The offices were big empty squares which were fixated in the top corners of the northeast and northwest corners of the main hall's ceiling.
It was impressive in its size and yeah, yep...
I guess that's what you can expect from an aircraft hangar though.
I also found it funny how these signs were posted on the insides of the building.
(Unless at one time, half of the hangar was in use and the other wasn't. That's another possibility...)
I didn't even bother with the second one because the first hangar was so boring. I snapped a few pictures outside of them and went on my way; displeased with what was found inside, but pleased with the rundown pictures of the outside.
I remember my desire to get home so I could still have a good portion of the day to relax, and that's what I did afterwards.