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Hawksnest
From the first Father Son Railfan Extravaganza in 2006. Here is what I wrote from my notes when I put this on my extinct blog back in 2006.
The next morning we awoke to clouds and general gloom. We took the long way around to Hawks nest, heading down a long winding road from Minden, expecting to come out at the end of a bridge, instead coming out beside it. But it would do, despite the crappy weather. I am certainly not against rainy weather, I just don't care for blank skies. There was a little ragged cloud around the hills in the distance, which was nice. Better a little sun and a little ragged cloud, but it was not to be.
So we sat. And sat. A lady, her husband, their dog and a boat came along after a while, and the lady tied the dog up on the dock while they put the boat in. The dog regarded me, I regarded the dog, and we went back to ignoring each other. I talked to the lady, they had a cabin on the river, and were going out there to get ready for the summer. The dog would swim when they got there, and then not for the rest of the year.
So I watched the couple put the boat in, and get in and push off. She had told me the dog barked until the engine started, because he liked to help. Sure enough, the old man sat down by the engine, and the dog started to bark. He pulled the cord, it coughed, caught, and the dog stopped barking, and went back the front of the boat, tail held high.
At this point, it was the only action out there.
Around 9 that familiar echoing rumble filled the valley. We couldn't tell which track it was on, because at Hawk's Nest the tracks split, one heading across the river on a nice bridge, the other disappearing into more inaccessible gorge. So unless the train was on track 1, we would see but a fleeting glimpse through the trees.
fortunately, it was on track 1, and crossed the bridge in front of us, disappearing into the damp, gloomy and mysterious gorge.
Hawksnest
From the first Father Son Railfan Extravaganza in 2006. Here is what I wrote from my notes when I put this on my extinct blog back in 2006.
The next morning we awoke to clouds and general gloom. We took the long way around to Hawks nest, heading down a long winding road from Minden, expecting to come out at the end of a bridge, instead coming out beside it. But it would do, despite the crappy weather. I am certainly not against rainy weather, I just don't care for blank skies. There was a little ragged cloud around the hills in the distance, which was nice. Better a little sun and a little ragged cloud, but it was not to be.
So we sat. And sat. A lady, her husband, their dog and a boat came along after a while, and the lady tied the dog up on the dock while they put the boat in. The dog regarded me, I regarded the dog, and we went back to ignoring each other. I talked to the lady, they had a cabin on the river, and were going out there to get ready for the summer. The dog would swim when they got there, and then not for the rest of the year.
So I watched the couple put the boat in, and get in and push off. She had told me the dog barked until the engine started, because he liked to help. Sure enough, the old man sat down by the engine, and the dog started to bark. He pulled the cord, it coughed, caught, and the dog stopped barking, and went back the front of the boat, tail held high.
At this point, it was the only action out there.
Around 9 that familiar echoing rumble filled the valley. We couldn't tell which track it was on, because at Hawk's Nest the tracks split, one heading across the river on a nice bridge, the other disappearing into more inaccessible gorge. So unless the train was on track 1, we would see but a fleeting glimpse through the trees.
fortunately, it was on track 1, and crossed the bridge in front of us, disappearing into the damp, gloomy and mysterious gorge.