Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
This low brick building is interesting to me.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
Platforms and abandoned outbuildings, as seen in 2005.