For once I had my camera with me while I was poking around the South Possum Peak flag and water stop. I heard a fluttering growl in the distance and new a train was coming. Having never seen one of those new-fangled diesels before up here in the mountains, I got my camera ready and waited. The sound grew louder and louder, and it appeared!
I had never seen anything like this! A monster! As it neared the stop, another one appeared behind it.
It roared by in a cloud of dust, blowing the horns, and pouring on the fuel! I barely had time to swing around and get a shot of it as it passed by in a cloud of diesel exhaust.
It split the telltales and approached the through truss bridge, accelerating all the while.
The freight drag rattled along behind.
It rounded the far turn, crossed the long curved trestle and disappeared in the distance.
It was over in a flash. Excitedly, I ran to the saloon in Stumptown, to ask them what they thought of that monster train. The tracks go right through town, so they couldn’t have missed it! “What train?”, the pool shooters said. “Only thing been by here recently was George and his steamer taking some supplies up to the mine”
