Railfan Trip Report, May 29-30, 2020
These are strange times, indeed. As I write this railfan
trip report, a highly-contagious virus (for which there is currently no vaccine
or cure) has kept most of us on “quarantine-style” lockdown for many weeks. The
economy has, at least for the present, pretty much tanked. Cabin Fever has
become a very real thing for many who have otherwise never experienced it.
I am very
lucky. I continue to work full-time, from my home. For my wife, Jan, things
have not been as good. She is on a temporary furlough which we hope will come
to an end in a few weeks. All that time being off work, with little opportunity
to get out and about, can make a person kind of antsy. It was time for us to
hit the road. We are both remaining healthy and virus-free (at least as far as
we know, what with the issue of asymptomatic people roaming about unaware that they’ve
picked up the virus). So, we decided the sunny skies and warm-to-very-warm
temperatures forecast for Friday, May 29, 2020, were reason enough to fight
back against cabin fever. We would take a railfan trip over Stevens Pass,
possibly as far east as Trinidad loop (east of Wenatchee). It began as a
one-day, out and back strategy, but soon morphed into a two-day trip with an
overnight stay in Wenatchee. We would avoid contact with others to the maximum
extent possible, and wear cloth masks and sometimes gloves when appropriate. We
could have a fun outing in each other’s company, and enjoy some great scenery
and have a nice time together.
And get
this – it was her idea to go railfanning. Although she is neither a
railroad enthusiast nor avid photographer herself, my wife has often told me
she thought it might be fun to chase and photograph trains, so she borrowed our
son’s nice Nikon digital SLR camera, and we made all the preparations to spend
a day or two shooting photos of whatever trains we happened to see.
For the
first day (Friday), the forecast called for mostly sunny skies and highs near
75 at our departure point north of Seattle. We would drive up over Stevens Pass
and work our way down to (and possibly beyond) Wenatchee, where the forecast
also called for mostly sunny skies, but highs considerably hotter – as hot as
94. However, a storm system was forecast to move up out of California overnight
Friday into Saturday, so our prospects for effective railfanning were likely to
fall off dramatically at some point on Saturday.
I’m not
nearly as experienced or knowledgeable about chasing trains or understanding
railroad operations as most avid railfans, but I’ve been out enough times with
a very knowledgeable friend to have learned many of the important strategies
and methods for railfanning the Scenic Sub and out to Trinidad on the Columbia
River Sub. I have a decent radio scanner, and we learned about the online radio
coverage for areas on both the west and east slopes of Stevens Pass. We also
found the Skykomish Railfan webcam to be particularly useful. Armed with all
these resources, plus plenty of water and food, off we went. We agreed from the
outset we would treat this experience like the so-called difference between
“fishing” and “catching.” If we found trains to shoot photos of, great, but we
were determined not to get our hopes up too much. The bar was set exceptionally
low, so some manner of success was all but assured. We learned later that we
could have set the bar extremely high, and still would have hit our target. It
was a truly strange series of railfanning events over the entire 2-day jaunt.
Out of
the driveway at 0530 on Friday, in our 2017 Toyota 4Runner (with 4WD, if
needed), away we went. First stop, Sultan Bakery (currently they serve take-out
only). After picking up the grub, we swung by the Sultan Public Library to park
on the street and access their Wi-Fi. We pulled up some info on Amtrak 7’s westbound
progress (on time, out of Leavenworth at 0608). As we popped out onto Highway 2
at Sultan, we immediately noticed an eastbound double-stack Z train we could
chase up toward Skykomish. This was the first omen of what would soon evolve
into the most bizarrely successful railfan trip I have ever experienced.
The Z
train wasted no time heading up through Index, so we took a chance at catching
a grab shot near Baring. We pulled off the road just short of Baring and
banged off our first attempts of the day. Then we doubled-back to Index to wait
for Amtrak #7. Our plan was to shoot the Empire Builder crossing the trestle at
Index from the vantage point of the automobile bridge just upstream from the
trestle. We had enough time on our hands that we drove around to the opposite
side of the railroad trestle to scope out that angle (an afternoon shot) for a
later attempt.
It’s now
0751, and Amtrak 7 arrives at Index.
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| Jan's first "railfan" photo - Amtrak #7 at Index |
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| My shot from a few feet away |
We bang off some pics as it crosses the
trestle, and then we’re off to see if there’s any hope of catching up to the Z,
which is being pulled by BNSF 4123, a GE C44-9W, and three GE ES44DCs: BNSF 7765,
BNSF 7689, and BNSF 6225. By the way – I wouldn’t know an SD40 from a WD40. I’m
getting most of these locomotive types from RR Pictures Archive – thank you to
all who have posted there. 😊
Jan and I
raced up Highway 2 thinking we might catch the Z-train at Scenic. We were a few
minutes too late: the scanner informed us he reached Scenic about 5 minutes
before we got there. So we pressed on, thinking we might try for a shot of the
train exiting at the East Portal of Cascade Tunnel. We arrived in time, but access
to the location appeared to be more restricted than I recalled from years past.
We bailed out of East Portal, and charged ahead to catch him at Gaynor.
Arriving there with only a few minutes to spare (and yes, the 4WD came in
handy), we parked back in the trees and walked down to the trestle. After only
a modest wait of 5 minutes or so, along came BNSF 4123 and friends. This was
just a few minutes before 0900. We banged off some oochie shots of the train
coming over the trestle, Jan got a couple friendly toots of the horn from the engineer, and then we jogged back to the truck. The chase was on!
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| Jan's shot of 4123 easing onto Gaynor Trestle |
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| Scott's photo of the train arriving at the trestle |
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| Scott's photo, Gaynor Trestle |
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| An artsy-fartsy view of the train going away (Scott photo) |
One old
adage I’ve learned about railfanning the Scenic Sub: find a train, and follow
it. Period. It’s nearly always your best bet. And so we gave chase to the
eastbound Z. We figured he would move downslope quickly. The thought was to try
to catch him somewhere past Leavenworth. He made Peshastin by 0950, but we were
out ahead of him by then. We opted to hedge our bets and remain in front,
getting ourselves in position for a photo-op at Monitor on Sleepy Hollow Road.
The lighting should be good, and he’d be coasting toward us along the bank of
the Wenatchee River. It’s an excellent vantage point to photograph an
eastbound.
We
weren’t parked more than 2 or 3 minutes, and BNSF 4123 began blowing his horn
for a nearby crossing. I was going to set out a couple of folding camp chairs
so we could sit and relax in fruit orchard country, but there wasn’t time. Once
again, we arrived in time to get set, but no excessive time for sitting around
waiting.
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| Our Z-train rounds the bend at Richardson's Curve at Monitor (off Sleepy Hollow Road) |
After snagging more oochie shots of 4123’s Z train, off we went again.
The train was long enough (276 axles) that he was still in sight as we doubled
back along Sleepy Hollow Road – whoa! Great photo op for future reference: just
as the road begins to drop down toward the grade crossing, there’s a great view
of the train with expansive acres of fruit orchards in the foreground. Gotta
store that idea away for later.
Time to
proceed into Wenatchee to check things out at Appleyard, the traditional
barometer of train activity near the transition between the Scenic Sub and the
Columbia River Sub. But as we dropped down the highway into town, we glanced
down at the tracks below and saw that #4123 had…. stopped! At one of the first
available opportunities, I turned off the main drag and found a way back behind
a business that had property butted right up to the tracks. We found the train
had come to a stop just before the sign marking the break between the two
adjoining subdivisions, Scenic and Columbia River. We thought, “holy cow, he’s
just sitting there posing for us!” We jumped out of the truck and banged off
more oochie roster shots, and then minutes later he got the green light to
proceed toward Appleyard, and we banged off some more (hey, they’re only
electrons – remember the days of 35mm film and photo-op frugality?).
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| Jan's roster shot as the train starts up again. |
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| The Z-train striking a pose just before the switch-over from the Scenic Sub to the Columbia River Sub. |
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| As the train slowly proceeds down to the crew-change point, the signal remains green. |
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| 4123 has tripped the signal in this going-away shot. |
We picked
up some chatter on the scanner about a westbound approaching Wenatchee, so we
decided to hightail it east toward Trinidad to see what we were dealing with.
Just after passing the Rock Island Bridge, the westbound rounded the curve.
This was one of only a very few trains we ever missed a chance to photograph in
two day’s time. Curiously, we picked up a detector triggered by another
train in the area with a remarkable 458 axles. We couldn’t make out exactly where
it was, nor what direction it was headed. This mystery train could be anywhere.
We were on high alert, but without a clue where this train was or whether we
had any chance to find it, we pressed on eastward.
We pulled off Highway 28 at the
“Sand Pit,” a state DOT facility near the turn-off to Lynch Coulee and the
Trinidad Loop. At the very least, it seemed likely that our primary “target,”
the Z-train led by BNSF 4123, would come up from Wenatchee before too long.
Still, it seemed we were in another great location to bust out the camping
chairs, the ice-cold bottled water, and the snacks. Before I could open the
back of the truck to pull out the chairs, I took a gander over the side of the
hill to the tracks below.
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| A peak over the sand pile, and voila! Our "mystery train" appears |
It was the mystery train! Once more, incredibly, Lady
Luck was smiling brightly on us. A pair of GE ES44DC’s, BNSF #7461 and #6413,
were pulling a long empty oiler up toward Lynch Coulee. I swear, we weren’t out
of the truck 30 seconds and we found ourselves in perfect position for some
incredible down-on photos of this remarkably long string of black oil cars
snaking its way along a series of S-curves on the bank of the Columbia River.
Jan wasn’t sure if I was joking when I kept telling her “seriously, this is not
supposed to happen – railfanning is not this easy!” I could not believe how
lucky we were and how our timing seemed almost fool proof.
After that, we figured #4123’s Z train
would probably be along pretty soon. We drove back down the coulee to the small
overpass on one of the most blandly named roads in the area, “Road W NW.” Not
to be confused with Road W SE, I suppose. We finally pulled out the folding
chairs and settled in for some lunch. It was now approaching 1130, and the
temperature was in the low 80s. We managed to choke down some food before the Z
train appeared. We hadn’t been there more than 15 minutes. I swear, I kept
telling my wife “it isn’t usually like this!” I was becoming increasingly
amazed at how simple this all was. Just run out to a good location, and WHAM!
another train comes along. Jan was forming her own ideas about the nature of
railfanning. I shudder to think how letdown she’ll be the next time out, if we
keep having trains just fall into our laps like this.
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| The Z train led by 4123 comes into view as it climbs Lynch Coulee toward Trinidad Loop |
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| 4123 pulls its heavy load through a small cut and rolls under the overpass for Road W NW. |
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| The double-stack train curves away from the Road W NW overpass and continues on to the Loop |
We headed back to Wenatchee,
thinking it was time to check Appleyard again. We decided to call “Julie” at
Amtrak to confirm that Saturday morning’s #7 was running on time. They use some
fairly robust voice recognition software, so we were surprised and frustrated
when “Julie” repeatedly confused our station data request of “Wenatchee,
Washington,” saying “I think you said Wausaukee, Wisconsin – is that correct?”
But just as we crossed the river back into Wenatchee, I glanced to my left and
spotted a locomotive with all his lights lit up, including the ditch lights. We
had prey to chase! Off we drove through the traffic and stoplights of downtown
Wenatchee. I was hoping this was our chance to catch the train at that
promising new spot at Monitor, overlooking acres of fruit trees. As we made it
out of town, it became clear the train had the advantage of us and Monitor was
a no-go. So we pressed on and aimed for Dryden. There is a great spot to shoot
a westbound train crossing the Wenatchee River at Dryden if you park on the
shoulder of Main Street near where it intersects with Alice Avenue. But before
this journey began, I had been pondering the possibility of shooting a train
crossing the second trestle to the east of that one, as the train is about to
enter Dryden. This would mean turning off Highway 2 onto Stine Hill Road and
doubling back about a mile to an unmarked little side road that might put us
into a public river access spot marked on the maps as “Fox Miller Public
Access.” From what I found on Google Maps, it appeared a nice view of this
trestle could be had by scrambling down by the riverbank. Having never tried
this location before, I overshot the unmarked dirt road turnoff. By the time we
found the correct road and made our way down to the public parking area by the
trestle, the train was already there. Honestly, this turned out to be one of
only about two or three “whiffs” that we endured in two days. Still, I’ll
squirrel that one away to try again in the future. Before we pulled out from
Dryden, we tried calling Julie again at Amtrak. She still thinks Wenatchee is
Wausaukee. No, Julie, not even close (at least, not geographically!).
Now our best bet seemed to be to
chase on up past Leavenworth and try to catch the train somewhere further west.
I decided to aim for White Pine Road and the popular Nason Creek trestle. We
arrived at the trestle feeling confident we had overtaken the train, but not
feeling at all sure about how much time we had. We’re not in our twenties
anymore, so it was a bit challenging for us both to scramble up the rock face
to reach our preferred vantage point on the rock ledge above the tracks. I
swear, we picked out our perspective to shoot the train, made sure our cameras
were at the ready, and WHAM! it wasn’t 5 minutes and the train rounded the
curve at the base of the rock cliff and crossed the Nason Creek trestle.
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| 7112 creeps around the bend at the Nason Creek cut, peering at us through the tree branches |
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| Coming into full view, 7112 leads its load across Nason Creek trestle |
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| Jan snagged this shot at Nason Creek trestle, a popular railfan location on White Pine Road |
Not
being too eager to have to scramble back down the rock face of our
“photographer’s roost,” I quickly spotted the well-worn trail no doubt made my
many previous railfans that led us easily and safely back off the ledge and
into a camper’s pullout off the road. I log THAT in the memory banks for next
time, too. So much easier and safer than scrambling up and down loose rocks.
By now it was mid-afternoon, and
with no other hot prospects we decided it was time to head back down toward
Wenatchee. I told Jan that I wanted to check out what appeared to be a dirt
road that we might be able to use to get us close to the Rock Island Bridge
near the Alcoa plant east of Appleyard, near Malaga. This held the prospect of
a perspective of the bridge that I had never photographed. So off we went,
planning to head out on the Malaga-Alcoa Highway past Appleyard to do some
exploring. But as we were working our way through downtown Wenatchee and were
passing the Amtrak stop and BNSF’s typical crew change point, we spotted
another westbound-facing freight with their ditch lights on. We had learned the
hard way – do NOT try to get to Monitor ahead of a westbound out of the
Appleyard area if he’s already moving and you still have to fight your way
through all the traffic lights in town. So, without waiting for the train to
start moving, off we raced toward Monitor to try for the shot across the fields
of fruit trees on Sleepy Hollow Road. We arrived in plenty of time. In fact, we
had to sit and wait for about 30 minutes, but he finally appeared, and we
banged off some more satisfactory photos. Still, I would love to shoot a train
rolling through there sometime a little earlier in the season, when the fruit
trees are in full blossom.
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| Yay! I scratched this itch by catching a westbound across the fruit orchards on Sleepy Hollow Road. |
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| Jan plucked this doozy as the train made its way through the grade crossing below us. |
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| I shot one more photo of the train as it was leaving our view of the orchards. |
With our intended exploration of
access to the Rock Island Bridge near Alcoa aborted, we decided to try that
again. We headed off to Appleyard and planned to continue right on past.
However, as we neared the yard, we spotted another long string of empty coal
cars parked at the east end of Appleyard. He appeared to be occupying the main,
but his ditch lights were off. We could see the crew was aboard, and we soon
heard some helpful chatter on the scanner. He was being cleared to depart
eastbound. Thank you AGAIN, Lady Luck! We had time to race down the road to
check out access to the bridge from that side of the river, and it looked like
we would have a train in a few minutes to shoot as well. Off we went, but as we
reached a point only about a mile out of Appleyard, here comes another
westbound! We had no time to get any grab shots, but our heads were spinning.
It seemed like the Scenic and Columbia River Subs were practically saturated
with train movements. On we drove toward the Alcoa plant. Anyone who has ever
looked into the site must already know what we learned the hard way: there is
absolutely no access there, not even to the little dirt road that looked so
promising. It’s all private property, and it’s all gated or marked for no
trespassing. Bummer. But we knew the empty oiler was heading toward us, so we
shot back toward Appleyard looking frantically for a good place to pull over
for some grab shots. We found a spot and jumped out, and got into position. It
was only a couple of minutes before a brace of GE ES44ACs led by BNSF 6349 and
then BNSF 5906, with another unit in the mix that we did not identify, plus a
pair of EMD SD70ACe’s (BNSF 9339 and 8561) came up the rise and split the
signals.
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| Slogging through the tall weeds, I snagged this shot of 6349 straining to get up the slight grade out of Appleyard. |
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| Jan captured a stealth train slinking through the weeds, as I braced for a signal-splitter photo. |
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| Here he comes, splitting the signals at the grade crossing. |
The time was now 1730 and still
about 90 degrees. We rolled back into Wenatchee and picked up a couple of juicy
bacon cheeseburgers to go from Bob’s Classic Brass and Brew, then it was off to
our motel to eat our dinner, download the day’s photos, and settle in for the
night. I plugged in my laptop and pulled up Amtrak’s “Track Your Train” web
site. I wanted to double-check #7’s progress and ETA the next morning at
Wenatchee (especially since Julie had seemed so confused earlier on the phone).
We had discussed getting up early the next morning and racing up to Dryden to
catch it on the trestle just off Main Street, which we calculated would be
about 0545 (if holding to their scheduled time). You can imagine my confusion
when the map, peppered with data on trains all over the US, was not showing ANYTHING
for our #7 due into Wenatchee the next morning. The train was just gone! That’s
when I pulled up the Facebook page for “Amtrak’s Empire Builder” hoping to
learn some news. Did I ever. Train #7 had collided with a farmer and his
tractor at a rural grade crossing near Bainville in eastern Montana. I saw some
very depressing news reports that the farmer had perished and some on the train
were injured and taken to the hospital. The lead locomotive was badly damaged
(likely totaled), and the second unit and all seven Superliner cars (and
possibly the trailing baggage car) were all on the ground, but upright. There
would be no #7 pulling into Wenatchee in the morning. We turned in and agreed
we would not rush to start our day. In fact, with the nasty weather moving into
the area, we realized we had already struck gold on Friday, and maybe it was
just as well that we grab some coffee in the morning and just head on home.
We eased into the morning. A quick
review of the Skykomish Railfan webcam showed an eastbound recently passed
through Skykomish, but we didn’t have enough info on it to do us much good. But the skies over Wenatchee didn’t look
too threatening. We had come this far, and had the whole day ahead of us, so…
Off we drove to Appleyard to take a look-see at what was going on. As we drove
along Wenatchee Avenue in the direction of the yard, we crossed Thurston Street
and peeked down the road toward the BNSF office where crew changes usually
occur. Ditch lights! They’re on! Facing westbound! Train Hype! We immediately
doubled back and started heading back up the hill. We decided to get out ahead
of this imminent westbound and start reviewing our options.
By the time we reached Dryden, we were
somewhat amazed to see the morning’s eastbound freight from Skykomish rolling
down toward Wenatchee. This had us thinking we could get well ahead of the WB we
had spotted leaving the crew change point in Wenatchee, since our westbound
might have to wait for the eastbound to pass. We decided to venture up the
Chumstick cutoff. Neither of us had ever seen the Icicle Amtrak station just
outside Leavenworth, so this seemed like the opportune time. A few minutes of moseying
around Icicle Station, and we headed up through the Chumstick Canyon. With the
already sketchy weather getting worse by the minute, we had long since decided
any further railfanning on this day was unlikely, but icing on the cake if any
opportunity presented itself. We heard rolling thunder as we pulled out from
Icicle Station. We were in no rush today, so I decided to take Jan out to the
Wenatchee River trestle to at least show her that location, and roll the dice
as to whether the WB out of Wenatchee would appear within a reasonable time frame.
It was a relatively slow-paced
drive through the rural countryside as we paralleled the Chumstick realignment
that the GN put in back in 1928 (bypassing the snail’s pace Tumwater Canyon) in
conjunction with the construction of the new 8-mile Cascade Tunnel. We reached
River Road and made the turn toward our goal, which was a view of the BNSF
crossing at the Wenatchee River. We backed in and parked below the elevated
railbed at that location, satisfied that this was another situation where we
could hang out for a little while and relax before our westbound train made it
up the hill from Wenatchee. We kept an eye on the signals for the westbound,
and I asked Jan to be sure to let me know immediately if she saw one of the
targets turn to green. We had been there only 5 minutes or so when I decided to
stretch my legs a little, and I clambered up toward trackside to get an
unobstructed view looking down the line to the west. By the time I got high enough to see down the tracks, I saw
it – the lights of a locomotive, eastbound! Train Hype! Lady Luck is still
with us!
Our latest bonus train turned out
to be a double-stack led by BNSF 8343, a GE ES44C4. Next in the lash-up was
BNSF 7975 of the same locomotive type. BNSF 5788, a GE ES44AC, was next,
finally trailed by another ES44C4, BNSF 6886. We both scrambled to get to our
chosen spots. I “sprinted” (if that’s what you can call whatever it was this
out-of-shape, overweight couch potato was doing) over to the riverbank to get
some pics of the train crossing the bridge. Jan wisely stayed put and got her
shots from a sensible position near our parked truck. Her decidedly more reasonable choice was rewarded by a few more friendly toots of the lead unit's horn.
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| Jan, from her sensible location, snapped a nice shot of the train at the grade crossing. |
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| Down by the river bank and gasping for air, I managed to click the shutter as the eastbound crossed the Wenatchee River bridge. |
I came back huffing and
puffing, and we once again just shook our heads over how incredible our timing
and our luck continued to be. I estimated that we had about 20 minutes before
the westbound made it to the river. Sure enough, that’s just about how long it
was when Jan suddenly shouted “green!” I once again “sprinted” back to the riverbank
(you’d think I might be getting a little wiser about all this by now, but… no).
We both banged off some more nice shots, then boogied it out of there. I
predicted that if we made good time, we might just catch this train
coming out the west portal of Cascade Tunnel.
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| Jan got this sweet shot as the train advanced across the trestle and approached the grade crossing. |
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| Back near the riverbank, I snapped this shot as the train was emerging from the trees and starting onto the trestle. |
Over the pass we drove. We did
encounter some slightly heavier car traffic than I anticipated, but even the
RVs were keeping pretty good pace. We made decent time going over the pass.
Most of the higher peaks still had plenty of ground snow on them, and there
were still significant patches of snow on the ground right up to the highway
shoulders near the pass. We noticed the road down into the Wellington site was
still closed, because of the access road's being impassable due to snow.
We turned off at the west portal
and parked. We were able to immediately see the westbound train’s headlights in
the tunnel, but it was clearly several miles away still. I explained to Jan
that the tunnel’s bore was dug “as straight as a rifle bore,” according to
accounts of its completion back in 1929. We watched as the light got closer and
closer. We both snapped a few photos with our 200mm lens settings as the
train’s headlights illuminated one of the rails for a long distance. Then we
banged off a number of shots as the train emerged from the portal.
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| The lights of BNSF 7946, a GE ES44C4, shine off the inner walls of Cascade Tunnel as the train nears the west portal. |
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| The train is about to emerge from the tunnel's relative darkness, but into a decidedly cloudy afternoon sky. |
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| Jan pegged this shot as 7946 led its pack of locomotives (and a short string of cars) out of the west portal of Cascade Tunnel. |
The sky was
completely overcast, but the rain held off pretty well at the portal. Then it
was back onto the highway and a sprint to Skykomish. I knew the hairpin curve
at the Foss River crossing (among other things) would slow the train down
enough for us to get to Sky ahead of it, despite the fact it was now rolling
downhill, and had a remarkable six locomotives pulling only 13 cars.
We parked across from the Cascadian
Inn and I gave an obligatory wave to anyone watching on the railfan cam. We
pulled up the webcam feed on Jan’s cellphone, and realized it was focused in
the middle of its usual viewing range: neither looking left to the east
approach into town, nor to the right and the west end of town. I tried
pantomiming to anyone watching (and who might be managing the camera controls)
that a train was approaching from the east.
We decided to get our photos stationed near
the town’s homage to the Great Northern Railway’s “Rocky,” a mountain goat
shaped steel plate mounted on a large boulder. The train arrived, and we banged
off some more good shots.
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| Jan's photo of the SIX locomotives (pulling only 13 cars!) along the fencing at Skykomish. |
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| The Town of Skykomish embraces its railroad heritage, and the generational influence of the Great Northern Railway. Rocky Lives! |
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| I nab one more going-away shot as this unusual lash-up is about to trip the signals at West Skykomish. |
Then we were on the road again, heading generally in
the direction of home. But wait – what about that location we scouted out on
Friday at Index, from the south side of the RR bridge? It was a solid overcast,
so the sun angle wasn’t really an issue. If only the rain would hold off for us
… We charged (safely, at no faster than
the posted speed limits) down to Index and flew around the side streets in town
on only two wheels (well, sort of) and parked by the riverbank. Our luck with
the weather gods finally petered out. It began to rain, rather insistently. But
we arrived in time and got into position. Within only a few minutes, the train
was upon us. We banged out a few more shots as it crossed the river.
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| One last photo of 7946 and his pals as they cross the trestle at Index - in the pouring rain. |
Content that we had
succeeded in squeezing the last bit of good fortune out of the weekend, we
finally decided that was the last of the railfanning for this trip and we
continued on home.
I don’t know if I should
take my wife out railfanning ever again. On the one hand, you could say she was
an incredible good-luck charm. On the other hand, she’s going to think all
railfanning is this easy, and will forevermore be thoroughly underwhelmed by any
future trips we might take. Decisions, decisions… But in the end, we got the
better of Cabin Fever (take THAT, quarantine!).
Yeah, I'd go railfanning with my wife anytime. That was fun! Thanks, sweetie!
