The challenge, though, was the steam didn’t agree with the pipe size.
It was around this time of the year, a long time ago, that I got on a big jet plane, flew for hours, got off, rented a car and took a long drive into one of the most remote places I’ve ever been. They built this place in 1942, being sure to place it far enough inland so the Japanese couldn’t get at it easily. The area was very dry and ridiculously isolated, but that was good because what they do in this place is store lots of big bombs.
The final road into the place went on a good long while. It would have been nice if someone had told me big bombs have a shelf life and that the Army sets off the old bombs on the side of that mountain. I found this out on my own as the mountain exploded while I was still in the rental car. This event measured 9.9 on the Sphincter Scale, which I know is probably too much information, but you had to be there.