In June of 2014, my wife and I flew from Cleveland, OH, to Yuma, AZ, to help take care of our daughter’s two rambunctious boys while a third was being born. There wasn’t much time for railfanning or photography, but I squeezed some in. I looked on Google Maps to see where train tracks were in Yuma, and where there might some interesting photography. One spot intrigued me, with a few tracks twisting around and not going anyplace. When I got there, I found this old building.