Greetings From Ground Zero
by
Wally Conger
by Wally Conger
Mercury, Nevada,
sits 65 miles northwest of Las Vegas, next to nowhere in the broad
Nye County desert. For decades, it was a booming "company town,"
with some 10,000 people, a first-run movie theater, a lending library,
a dry cleaner, a health center, and an interfaith chapel. Its eight-lane
bowling alley was busy on most weeknights and packed them in on
weekends. The cafeteria seated 800; the Mercury Steakhouse offered
more elegant dining for special occasions. And the Olympic-size
community swimming pool drew big crowds when temps frequently topped
a hundred degrees.
But today,
a lot of that’s been bulldozed in Mercury. The place turned ghost
town after October 1992, when the U.S. government ended 41 years
of nuclear testing at the adjacent Nevada Test Site (NTS).
Oh, there’s
still some activity at the test site. Just not enough to
sustain a bustling settlement like Mercury once was. The Department
of Energy (DOE) now markets NTS resources to private sector customers
for hazardous chemical testing, environmental remediation development,
and continued defense-related support.
And one day
a month, the site opens its gate to nosey visitors like me who wonder
what an expanse the size of Rhode Island looks like after a hammering
by 928 nukes.
"What
in blazes do you expect to see out there – giant ants?" a drinking
buddy asked me.
"Not sure,"
I confessed. But a childhood of "duck and cover" civil
defense films and an eccentric interest in historic awfulness had
me primed for a daytrip to America’s former atomic proving ground.
So one morning
last week, I was "badged" in Las Vegas by the DOE’s National
Nuclear Security Administration Nevada Site Office. Then I joined
two friends and several dozen other tourists on a long, hot bus
ride up dusty Highway 95 to what’s left of Mercury, the gateway
to The Most Bombed Place on Earth.
"Remember,
no cameras, binoculars, tape recorders, or cell phones," said
our guide, retired DOE employee "Bob," when we finally
reached security Gate 100.
The sign above
the entrance to Mercury and NTS innocently reads "An Environmental
Research Park." After a quick stop to pick up water at the
still-operating Mercury Cafeteria – "CAUTION: Microwave in
Use!" a bright sticker warns ironically on its glass door –
we continued north, crested a ridge, and descended into the "outdoor
laboratory" called Frenchman Flat.
The first Nevada
tests began at Frenchman Flat on January 27, 1951, when one-kiloton
Able was dropped from a bomber. Within ten days, four comparable
detonations in the Operation Ranger series shook the flat. Two years
later, in a one-of-a-kind test called Grable, a 280mm mobile
atomic cannon fired a 15-kiloton bomb seven miles into the area;
"test troops" sat in trenches about two and a half miles
from the blast. Nineteen tests – 14 atmospheric and five underground
– were held at Frenchman Flat.

In Frenchman
Dry Lake, our bus wound through trash and wreckage, "nuclear
relics" from 1957’s Priscilla. That project tested the
effects of crushing pressure and heat created by a 37-kiloton device
suspended from a balloon and discharged 700 feet above the ground.
Fifty years later, gray dust still blows among the ruins of concrete
and aluminum domes. Skeletons of long, low, partitioned "motels,"
built from a range of materials, bake in the sun. A Mosler bank
vault lies not far from Priscilla’s ground zero, its outer
layer of reinforced concrete peeled away by the nuclear flash. A
piece of train trestle stands nearby, its I-beams twisted like silly
putty.
Bob told us
that in Priscilla, animal pens were set up at measured distances
from the explosion. Most of them held live pigs to find out the
effect of radiation on their skin. "Pig skin is very similar
to human skin," Bob explained. "Some of the animals were
dressed in flight jackets to see if clothing would protect soldiers
from burns."
A dark-haired
woman across the aisle caught my eye. "Pretty horrible, huh?"
she muttered.
We drove further
north to reach Yucca Flat, the site’s largest, most active region.
Before the Limited Test Ban Treaty of 1962 prohibited atmospheric
testing, 86 aboveground tests were performed here. They were driven
literally underground after that, and more than 400 subsidence craters
dot the flat like a Swiss cheese.
Our driver
steered us 80 feet down into the 1,800-foot-wide Bilby crater,
named for a 249-kiloton underground test in September 1963. The
nuke was buried 2,400 feet, within the water table so scientists
could analyze the resulting water contamination. Bilby’s
jolt rattled Las Vegas 30 seconds after its detonation.

But the "showcase
crater" is Sedan, accepted to the National Register
of Historic Places in 1994. A few miles north of Bilby, it
was produced during the Plowshare Program in the early 1960s, when
the government considered using atomic bombs for the peaceful purpose
of excavation. Bob explained that a 104-kiloton device was detonated
635 feet underground, generating a seismic shake equal to a 4.75
magnitude earthquake. It displaced some 12 million tons of earth
and left a hole a quarter-mile in diameter. An overlook platform
sits at the crater’s edge, and for the only time, we were allowed
to step off the bus for a peek 320 feet down to the bottom. (Fun
fact: Sedan was visited in 1970 by the Apollo 14 astronauts
because of its likeness to the lunar surface.)
Back onboard,
Bob pointed west toward a fenced off section. "About a mile
over there," he said, "is the site of Smoky, a
1957 atmospheric test. Shortly after that test, 700 American troops
took part in maneuvers around ground zero." Bob didn’t mention
that a study later showed those soldiers were severely irradiated
during the exercise. Radiation levels at the Smoky site are
still considered dangerous.
As we turned
south and began heading back to Mercury, we passed the blackened,
battered shells of two houses from 1955’s Apple II civil
defense test. A whole town had been assembled in the area, including
school, firehouse, utility grid, and radio station – a total of
19 structures. All were fully furnished. Food was laid out on kitchen
tables. Manikins were clothed and placed inside and alongside the
buildings. Then a 29-kiloton nuke, mounted on a 500-foot tower,
was set off a mile or so away. Film footage from tests like Apple
II was used in the old Federal Civil Defense Administration
movie Operation Doorstep and the 1982 documentary Atomic
Café.
A few miles
down the road, we paused at the last official point of interest:
the open-air wooden viewing bleachers that mark News Nob. Journalists
and even NATO dignitaries watched mushroom clouds billow over Yucca
Flat from this "safe distance" in the 1950s. A Department
of Energy PR handout reprints reporter John Kerigan’s eyewitness
account of Charlie, a 31-kiloton atmospheric test conducted
on April 22, 1952:
"You
are waiting at News Nob, the rocky hill some ten miles from the
spot on the dry salt bed of Yucca Flat where the bomb will be
dropped soon. A pair of specially designed sun goggles is in your
hand. You are waiting for the signal to put them on; to see the
first atomic explosion ever made public in the continental United
States.
"As
you wait, you wonder. What can you say that will be different
from the stories of the other newspaper reporters, the television
broadcasters, and radio commentators? ...
"Now
you grow tense. You have been given the ‘get ready’ signal. Miles
away, you see approaching the airplane that will drop the bomb
that will release more energy than the ones exploded during the
war.
"You
put on the dark goggles, turn your head, and wait for the signal.
"Now
– the bomb has been dropped. You wait the prescribed time, then
turn your head and look. A fantastically bright cloud is climbing
upward like a huge umbrella.
"The
rest is anti-climax. You brace yourself against the shock wave
that follows an atomic explosion. A heat wave comes first, then
the shock, strong enough to knock an unprepared man down. Then,
after what seems like hours, the man-made sunburst fades away."
From News Nob,
we returned to Mercury and back through Gate 100, where radiation
detection equipment scanned the undercarriage of our bus. Then we
proceeded to Las Vegas.
God willing,
the only atomic mushroom clouds I’ll ever see in my lifetime will
be in History Channel specials and sci-fi movies. I didn’t spot
any giant ants last week at the Nevada Test Site. But I did
look out across the dry lakebed of Frenchman Flat and the pockmarked
desert floor of Yucca Flat. I saw for myself the vast fields of
nuclear debris. The ruins. The craters. I glimpsed shadows from
a ghastly Cold War era when many Americans were panicky enough to
plant bomb shelters in their backyards.
And like newsman
John Kerigan, I wonder, what can you say?
Maybe just
"Pretty horrible, huh?"
June
28, 2006
Wally
Conger [send him mail] is
a marketing consultant and writer living on California’s central
coast. He has been a non-political, anti-party activist in the libertarian
movement since 1970. His blog of unfinished essays and spontaneous
eruptions on politics and culture can be found at wconger.blogspot.com.
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