My Uncle worked there throughout the 70s. His job was so sekret(fucking bomb maker), to this day he can't talk about it. Now he glows in the dark. Fucking bomb maker gots what he deserved.

When I was there in the 80's (as a nuke tourist), my observation was that there wasn't a bug, nor bird, nor healthy bush anywhere around.

One of the scariest things I ever saw was when we drove from Seattle to Yellowstone, and a Hanford semi with a single barrel on it label with the radioactive icon emblazoned on its side blew past me in a rainstorm doing 80+ on a mountain road.

Anything so bad a single barrel gets its own truck is some bad shit, and to see the driver taking suck a risk...well, whiskey & kittens!, it could've been bad.