I love stuff like this. Sometimes you’ll see small platforms in the middle of a switching yard or the like, I guess for the convenience of employees. (Sunnyside, on the LIRR. My father was once stuck there for a bit; he thought it was Jamaica or Mineola.)
The MAX Red Line in Portland had a “disconnected” station for a while. It was built when the line, which connects to the airport, was laid out. For years, the train would pull into, and stop at, a station in the middle of a meadow. There was a beat-up asphalt road, and you could see a big boulevard in the distance.
And . . . the platform was fenced off. You could get off, wander around for a bit, and hop back on the train, but not leave.
Now the whole area is built up with Big Box stores and chain restaurants.
