What’s really surprising is how easily you could have googled the fact that the the Crossroads “Able” test sunk 5 ships.
And here in the Baker shot, in the stem of the mushroom cloud, you can see a black smudge representing the USS Arkansas which now lies on the bottom of the ocean at the Crossroads test site.
So, yeah. Nuclear weapons? They pack a punch, wear your earplugs.
Per the Plan, our city’s Public Works Traffic Section is supposed to coordinate with Caltrans to impliment any freeway entry metering that needs to be done. Yeah, I’m not expecting that to go down easy.
Personally, I wouldn’t scramble until I knew where I could evacuate TO.
When I used to live near Indian Point I wasn’t all that worried about the roads if there was a meltdown. They were going to send helicopters for us. The rest of you would have to make your way through traffic.
I live pretty near to Cheyenne Mountain/NORAD and while it isn’t quite the hot target it once was, it would probably still be a first-strike target.
I’m no spring chicken, I’ve lived a good life, and I’m not sure I’d have the energy to deal with the aftermath of a nuclear war, even if I did survive it. So, in my case, I’d take no extraordinary measures. I would put my fate in God’s hands.
Yeah, I agree with you. This is part of why my plan is staying put at my house. I have other advantages, like being in a low-fallout zone, but no matter how bad fallout would be at your house, it will be worse if you’re stuck on blocked roads miles from home.
We used to live a quarter mile from a weapons depot entrance. Pretty sure that would have been instant incineration.
We’re now about ten miles from that base, and about two miles away from a bridge, so it’s still not a cheerful future.
Where would I go? Probably onto the roof for a better view. Traffic here is horrible all day long without an accident or mass hysteria to clog things even worse.
We’re about 16 miles from the Capitol building. My approach to surviving a nuclear attack anywhere in the District of Columbia would be to get out of the house and head straight toward it as fast as I could. No sense postponing the inevitable.