We met up with peristaltor while we were out there (and as a side note, if you don't read his journal, you should--it's one of the smartest reads on LiveJournal).
The old gasification equipment is still there, slowly crumbling into rust. Some of it is now fenced off, which is a damn shame--I'd love to spend an afternoon with a couple of models and about forty feet of rope out here. I'm told the fences are new; and to some extent, I can kind of understand it--if some damn fool falls off one of these things and busts his head open, I guarantee the first thing he's going to do is retain a lawyer to sue the city, before he even gets stitched up, even though it's not "the city" what put his ass up there in the first place.
Anyway, I spent a good bit of time taking pictures, because that's what I do, and now I'm going to bust your bandwidth, because that's also what I do.
There were three wedding parties here the same day we were. It's an unorthodox setting for a wedding, I'll warrant, but I highly approve.
I mention this because if I ever start a religious cult, I think the cult services will look something like this: