After picking up the stuff from Lowe's, I thought that a quiet Sunday would be a good time to have a look around the Fernley Industrial Park without blocking traffic. Since msconduct expressed an interest, I included the Amazon facility. All photos here were taken either from public roads or parking lots (like Lowe's) where I had the right to be. At no time did I trespass on private property, particularly Amazon's.
Standing in Lowe's parking lot, you can see the employee entrance for Amazon across the street. It's a very big building, and what signage there is mostly is about telling delivery trucks to go around to the other side and not try to deliver here.
This is a photo I could only safely take on a Sunday morning when there's no traffic at all because I had to come to a dead stop on Newlands Drive to take a picture of the delivery entrance to the Amazon RNO1 (Fernley) facility. I don't know if I got the security guard riled up, but I moved on quickly anyway.
As I drove around the industrial park, I saw that the Union Pacific local switcher, known tongue-in-cheek as the "Fernley Flyer," was working the businesses in the park. As I approached this crossing, the Flyer came through, and I quickly snapped off this shot.
I drove to the grade crossing, where the Flyer was stopped blocking it. The facility to the left is Johns Mansville, which is one of the companies that takes those tank cars of unodorized natural gas that make us nervous. (Give me a nuclear flask train over a tank car of natural gas any day of the week.)
The string of cars stretched back into the industrial lead, which is known as "R-Max" for the name of one of the main businesses, a manufacturer of insulation. I figured the Flyer was waiting for permission from the dispatcher to enter the main track and head back toward Sparks, and I was about to turn around to go to another grade crossing north of here that was clear when the train started rolling again. I'm not sure if they had pulled forward solely for my sake, because I thought I saw them pushing the train back the other way as I headed out.
On the way back out, I snapped a photo of the industrial lead's namesake business.
After this spin through the park, I headed home. As I parked the Astro in front of Fernley House, the Fernley Flyer, having been cleared out of R-Max by the dispatcher, passed on the main heading back to Sparks.