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Old, retired Caterpillar D7; this is a cable dozer setup that uses cable or wire rope to lift the dozer blade and gravity lowers the blade. This system was replaced many years ago by hydraulics.
NHN 3823 leaves the Pan Am at Rollinsford, NH with a short D7, bound for the pit in Ossipee. Sadly this would be the only shot of the New Hampshire Northcoast during my visit thanks to impatience on my part, and a surprise one way trip on a normally round trip day. I guess a revisit will be needed!
New Hampshire Northcoast's D7 job sits in the small yard at Dover, a few hours after returning from its overnight trip to Boston. Once the NHN crew climbs aboard, they'll shuffle a few cars around, and then strike off northbound.
I am getting some acreage cleared for a stable and pasture at my place in Virginia. i'll be spending the summer building the stable and then plant some feed grass in the late fall. with fingers crossed that next winter is wet, i'll be able to get a pair of horses in the spring.
when i move there i want to focus my work on the Southern rural underclass. they are completely invisible to our modern eyes, tucked away in stick houses in the back country, living hand to mouth. im not interested in exploiting their poverty for shameshock value, but rather learning how they see themselves in the world, how they express themselves, how they hope and survive. we are all sinners and saints at the same time. i'd like to explore those sides. i can see this taking a long time to gain that level of trust, but ive got a lifetime to do it.
the gent who drives this 'dozer is an old friend of the family. he's something of a local character and is a true son of the South. In his younger days he raced stock cars and drove 'shine. Now he's works in a maximum security prison as tactical response bull and runs cattle on his farm. his back pant pockets all have the same wear where he carries a snub .38 for protection and 'convincin'.
many years back, this gent and my father and i were standing around his green Ford 150 farm truck shooting the breeze in my front field when my father's dog, Caesar, started nosing around his tires and marking each them with a pried up leg and territorial squirt. he rounded the last tire, sniffed at our friend's pant cuff, raised a hind quarter and gave him a quick shot. i swatted caesar's rump and pulled him to me, expecting our friend to bow up and get pissed. instead he just shook out his pant leg, chuckled a bit, and said 'caesar, you got another flavor?' then he burst into laughter.
'you see, a while back at the prison, we had a big big kid in the hole (solitary confinement) for choking the shit outta another con. this kid was big. bigger than me by a foot on top and the sides.' now our friend is big enough himself, probably about 6 foot 4, 260 lbs, built like a linebacker.
'so this kid was stewing in the hole for six weeks or so when i came down to get him out and bring him back to his block. now when a man's been down there for that long he can get a little feral, little crazy. we keep a close eye on em cuz they can flip on you in the snap. all i had on me was a big ol' foot long bottle of pepper spray i was swinging on my finger. i opened the door and told him to come on out and we'd run him down to the showers to get cleaned up. he ducked thru the door and stood up over me, i swear my eyes were looking straight at his neck he was so big. he turned and was walking, but it was slow and i wanted to get some lunch in me so i told him to step it up. this kid turned fast around, bowed up big and looked all sorts of crazy. i knew he was about to throw a hit or try to choke me down so i jumped to the side and juiced him hard with my peppa' gas til it was almost gone. now i swear this is true: he doubled over and coughed hard for a good long time, then stood back up, threw out his chest, and said "you got another flavor, bitch?"
heh, good times, good times. life in the country is going to be a wild ride. i cant wait.
Well wow, just wow. I've been on a few photo charters in my time, but Wednesday evening is the closest I've been to my early '80s depot experiences. Firstly they kept us waiting, just like when we would sit on the RESL coach waiting while permits were checked, frustration mixed with excitement. Everything was in BR blue, from the hydraulics to the 45, to the 25 and the 08. That made it feel real. Oil, dirt, ash, grease, water everywhere. The modern railway is a clean environment, the giveaway to modern day photos, sometimes you can't beat a bit of muck to take you back to how things used to be. It was a pleasure to watch, to relax and soak up the atmosphere. And who needs sun for a decent pic, it was probably all the better for being without sun. Really well done to Liam Barnes and the ELR team for taking me back to good times. Thank you.
D7076, D821, D832
Yay! An upload!
I have been really busy lately, and whatever free time I have seems to never be enough for Lego, and I end up tangled in other hobbies, like minecraft or my typewriters.
But now, since I was in vacation, I decided to check this one off my to-do list.
The Caterpillar D7 was one of the most common tracked tractors in service with the allied armies throughout WW2, and the British, on the follow-up to D-Day, decided to create a specialist vehicle that could remove beach obstacles. Intended to cope only with small arms fire, the D7 proved a versatile machine, performing it's intended role with ease and helping bogged-down vehicles in the beaches of the British/Canadian sector.
So, as usual, hope you like!
Yay! An upload!
I have been really busy lately, and whatever free time I have seems to never be enough for Lego, and I end up tangled in other hobbies, like minecraft or my typewriters.
But now, since I was in vacation, I decided to check this one off my to-do list.
The Caterpillar D7 was one of the most common tracked tractors in service with the allied armies throughout WW2, and the British, on the follow-up to D-Day, decided to create a specialist vehicle that could remove beach obstacles. Intended to cope only with small arms fire, the D7 proved a versatile machine, performing it's intended role with ease and helping bogged-down vehicles in the beaches of the British/Canadian sector.
So, as usual, hope you like!
GoAhead London (Silvertown, Si) Volvo B5LH Enviro400 MMC serving Route D7 between Mile End and Poplar, All Saints
Buxton URS 18-10-22 66793 is seen departing from Buxton URS on empty boxes for Hindlow running as 4H89 from Hams Hall. TAKEN FROM TREE
Hillhead 17-10-22 66793 passes the construction site that will form the new Hillhead Quarry loading terminal on 6G89 Hindlow-Small Heath loaded boxes
Hope 18-10-22 20168 or 2 as it is numbered these days heads up the branch to Hope Cement Plant on the empty PCAs from Dewsbury
On a hot and humid July day, I was in Dover bright and early for the trip north of NHN D7. Coming out of Boston in the wee hours of the morning were 2 of the railroad's GP38s bringing back the empties. Just after 0700, the train was underway again, heading for Rochester on home rails. Here, there was some switching to be done at Tri-City. With the track being optimal to switch southbound, D8 the previous day had left 1801 on the lead to assist with the switching. Once completed and the full train assembled, 1801 was tacked onto the front for the trip to Ossipee. A little after 0900 and the chase northbound was on. Here, the train parallels Wakefield Road, just south of its namesake village, before much of the day's traffic gets underway. Never gets old seeing the high hoods leading trains of sand on NHN!
Wakefield, NH