Posted on 07/14/2011 6:30:27 PM PDT by NEWwoman
In 1939, Albert Einstein sent a letter (written largely by Leó Szilárd) to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The pressing concern was that Nazi Germany might be conducting research to create atomic bombs, and the letter suggested that the United States should begin researching the possibility itself. This was the impetus for the Manhattan project, which culminated in the explosion of the first atomic bomb at the Trinity Site in New Mexico.
Socorro, New Mexico, a little more than an hours drive south of Albuquerque, is one of the meeting places for those who plan to visit the Trinity Site. Socorro, from the Spanish word for help, has a long history. In late 16th century, the Piro-speaking Pueblo Indians had helped the Spaniards, who had emerged from the desert, giving them food and water. The city is still a help, providing lodging and services to the many personnel supporting the White Sands Missile Range.
Declared a National Historic Landmark in 1975, the Trinity Site is near the north end of the Jornada del Muerto desert. This desert name often translates as journey of the dead man, the name the Spanish conquistadors gave to the 1660s northerly route from Mexico. The origin of the code name Trinity is uncertain. It is often attributed to Robert Oppenheimer as a reference to a poem of John Donne: Batter my heart, three persond God;. (Holy Sonnets XIV).
The entrance into White Sands is through the Stallion Gate. The Martin Cruz Smith novel of the same name suggests its origin from the Native Americans, who used to roundup stallions and trade them in the area. A local historian debunks that story. Many of the ranchers had left horses behind when they were forced to leave in 1942 and in 1945. The horses formed small herds and a stallion that was well endowed ran on the north end, hence the origin of the site name stallion.
At Stallion Gate, guards record our license plate number and ID. Information on the route and site was given as were instructions of no photos until we got to Ground Zero.
The first leg is a southerly 14 mile drive into the desert, which is studded with scrub brush and yucca plants, many spouting to the size of large bushes. The grasses are greening due to fall rains. The desert is considered ecologically sensitive evident by the caliche clay, which can turn to a fine talcum powder like substance when trodden upon.
One of the animal crossing signs was unusual, which looked like a mule with horns. This sign was for the oryx, an African antelope, which the New Mexico Department of Game and Fish had imported from Kalahari Desert to an experimental range. The resulting oryx offspring were introduced between 1969 and 1977 at White Sands and the animals adapted very well in the desert, especially in the absence of their natural predator, the lion. Hence, this explained the posted signs along our route for designated hunting areas. A guard later explained that to cull the oryx herds there are depredation hunts at White Sands.
At an intersection, we turn toward the Sierra Oscura Mountains for the last three miles to the site. Like any big event, parking attendants guide us to a spot near the chain linked fence about Ground Zero. Non-profit vendors from the base Morale, Recreation, and Welfare group provide services from breakfast and lunch to souvenir items. Extra security, facilities for our comfort, and emergency medical personnel are available. We get our brochures, books, postcards or other items stamped to remember this day.
An information booth is at the entrance of the barbed wire corridor that leads to Ground Zero. We walk a quarter mile from the parking lot to the area secured by a circular chain link fence. A lava stone obelisk marks the center of the 100 foot tower on which the bomb had been placed. A brass plaque on the obelisk reads TRINITY SITE WHERE THE WORLDS FIRST NUCLEAR DEVICE WAS EXPLODED ON JULY 16, 1945. Near the obelisk, cordoned off by rebar or something like it, is a stub of what remained of one of the tower footings.
The explosion created a crater 10 feet deep and 1,100 feet wide, turning the desert sand beneath into a green radioactive glass called Trinitite. A shelter at Ground Zero now protects a portion of the original crater for future study. In the late 1940s and early 1950s, souvenir hunters and enterprising entrepreneurs scavenged the area for Trinitite. In response, the radioactive substance was banned from collection; the site was scraped and filled in, though some remnants remain. A sign at Ground Zero warns that theft of Trinitite can result in fines and jail time. Watchful guards give warnings, especially for those who are stooping down to pick up anything from the ground. Guides have enclosed displays of Trinitite, which was as close as the public is supposed to get to it.
In front of the obelisk, an older gentleman with a Geiger counter kneels down to take a reading. The chaotic clicks increased in frequency as he puts his counter to the ground. The soil is reportedly ten times more radioactive than similar areas in New Mexico. The information brochure gave assurances that radiation levels of cosmic rays from space at Denver, Colorado over a year were about a hundred times more than one hour of exposure at Ground Zero.
The polyglot of languages indicate many international visitors to the Trinity Site. The mood is somber and subdued. During the morning, more visitors circulate through the area, viewing the obelisk, the shelter protecting the original crater, and the casing of the Fatman bomb, whose type was detonated over Nagasaki, Japan. Historical photos from the set up of the test site, to snapshots of the first atomic explosion, and then news of the end of World War Two are hung on the chain link fence behind the obelisk.
In the parking area, shuttle buses take visitors to the McDonald ranch house, where the first atomic bomb was partially assembled. The master bedroom, aptly renamed the Plutonium Assembly Room, was where the two plutonium hemispheres, making up the pit, were put together. The final assembly was at the tower at Ground Zero a few days later. The farm house survived the atomic blast, two miles away, though its windows were blown out. The out buildings did not fair as well. Many are deteriorating and danger signs are posted about them.
As we leave White Sands through the Stallion Gate to the main road, a large green sign says Trinitite for sale 17 miles with a big arrow pointing right. Actually, the guides at the Trinitite display at Ground Zero - after warning us not to pick it up - had mentioned with a smile that we could always buy the forbidden Trinitite down the road.
We finish our experience at the Owl Café and Bar in San Antonio, New Mexico. As we eat their world famous green chili cheese burgers, we muse that over sixty five years ago this café had also serviced the workers who had prepared the Trinity Site we had just visited.
Gadzooks! That explains why... you leave a yellow glow when you wiz!
That's cause of the beer... when I'm sober, it glows green!
That's more info... than I want'a know, big!
* The glass was removed because of the extremely high radioactivity. *
Tritonite. It was illegal to collect near Ground Zero and we were being watched. Yet, once we left Stallion Gate, signs pointed where we could by it down the road.
I lived in NM for 14 years. 1972-1986
Traveled NM and AZ regularly.
Many of my Ham friends worked at Los Alamos, White Sands, Rat Scat, Holloman AFB, Kirtland AFB, or Ft. Hoochie Coochie.
Learned to admire the great techs that lived in that world. We did a lot of interesting Ham projects during those years.
I ran a Navy MARS station out of my home for 19 years.
No techs where I live now. It miss the community.
My father-in-law was in the weapons business for 40 years. A for real old cold warrior. He was more comfortable with Admirals than POLs. Nature of the beast. He died a year ago last December. About a month before he died I took him to the plant for the last time for an appreciation luncheon. There is a story that goes with that one, another time.
If you got em, smoke em.
Err Nuke em.
Trinity: the union of three persons (Father, Son, and Holy Ghost) in one Godhead, or the threefold personality of the one Divine Being.
Blowing up the first atomic weapon in a place called Trinity. It’s an interesting and some what freighting coincidence.
Thanks for sharing this. I did not know you could even visit the place. Going to have to add this place to the list of must see places.
Next opportunity for visit: on the first Saturday in October.
It’s worth it.
LOL - "assurance." At 8,760 hours in a year, divide by 100 and you get a radiation level 87.6 times higher than Denver Colorado. And Denver has one of the highest radiation counts in the country!
I loved the ‘Clean Room’ at the farmhouse.
They make so much ado now. Then, they carried the core in a car and took it to the ... ‘Clean Room’.
And standing a distance from the remaining tower base and seeing the depression in the ground.
Amazing!
http://www.atomictourist.com/trinity.htm
...and the schedule - it's definitely on my list -
"Trinity Site is open to the public twice a year—on the first Saturday in April and October"
Sgt Herbert Lehr delivers the plutonium core to the bomb assembly room at the McDonald Ranch House 12 July 1945 |
bflr
My father was at Bikini for Able and Baker. He’s still kicking with no signs of cancer. Of course, he seems to be one of the exceptions.
I vote for the Buckhorn Burger while down in San Antonio..
Yes, Bobcat Bite is still going strong.
Funny picture. The benches on the left side of the pic are still standing out at the Nevada Test Site, over looking Frenchman’s Flat.
The test was names Trinity, not the location. There are two explanations for Oppenheimer’s name for the test.
John Donne’s Holy Sonnet 14 “Batter my heart, three-person’d God” or more likely, a reference to the divine Hindu trinity of Brahma (the Creator), Vishnu (the Preserver), and Shiva (the Destroyer). Oppenheimer had an avid interest in Sanskrit literature. Reportedly he quoted the Bhagavad-Gita immediately following the blast.
If the radiance of a thousand suns
Were to burst at once into the sky,
That would be like the splendor of the Mighty One...
I am become Death,
The shatterer of Worlds.
Smith's book is good read, especially for someone (like Mrs SV) who would not read a dry history of the events. The novel gives a look into how this remarkable technological achievement happened in a such desolate place.
My husband read Stalliion Gate, shortly after our visit to Trinity. Then he gave the book away.
I need to get a copy and read it.
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