It was obvious that no real effort from our part was needed to make some more photos of this train. We took our time packing our stuff and continueing the road up the canyon. The road follows the line rather well, so it’s easy to find new locations, even without having been there before. In no time we had passed the hard-working rear and middle … Continue reading Taking our time
Sometimes all you need to do is turn around. A rear helper was definitely necessary to get this heavy train up the hill. What you can’t see on the photo are the mid-train helpers. No need to tell the heavy train was rolling by really slowly. A treat for our eyes and ears! Continue reading Just turn around
We had our photo, and after assuring nothing more was coming we continued north. We took our time, booking a room at a motel in the meantime, and looking for a new spot to photograph a train. Price River Canyon offers some good possibilities for spectacular shots. Our first stop was at Castle Gate. And again, after only a few minutes waiting a train came … Continue reading Third time’s a charm
After lunch in Green River, we started looking for a new photo ocation and found this one. The place is called Cedar according to the Atlas, but apart from a level crossing there’s nothing to see 🙂 After only a few minutes, we heard the rumble of a train in the distance, and a few more minutes later the same coal train we saw earlier … Continue reading Have I seen you before?
What does the moon look like? I think we got an idea while hanging around Green River’s Book Cliffs. From a position a bit higher than the previous one, we got another coal train being helped by a pushing unit. After this photo, it was high time to feed our stomachs and find a new spot, towards Price River Canyon. Continue reading To the moon
The original plan was to move on east on the second day of our trip. During the break in train traffic the day before though, we walked past a spot that looked well worth trying with morning light. So, after a good night of sleep, we found ourselves back in the hills east of Bealville. Fingers crossed for more traffic than the day before… we … Continue reading 30 minutes of joy
In what is almost the last light of the day, a Union Pacific westbound manifest is finding its way through the Tehachapi hills. Wagonload traffic seems to still be a profitable business on the western side of the Atlantic. That is, judging by the number of mixed freight trains we saw. In the Trip Reports section, the complete story of this day is available. Make sure … Continue reading Good business