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Transition
West bound on the Madison Sub, a transition consist of 6026 and 4183 heads up an unfortunately uncommon morning run to Horicon. On the approach to the South Wye switch in Milton, T003 will hang a right off the Madison Sub and onto the Waukesha Sub.
Sunny summer days usually mean an 0300-0400 wake-up call looking for something good running. A few times, it would pay off in spades. More often, I was left sleep deprived, questioning why I chose to do this to myself.
But even with every hard loss, I still developed an appetite for those early morning wake-up calls. Venturing out in those predawn hours, I have been rewarded with displays that rival even the most beautiful of cliché sunsets. Deep blues fan out into purple, yellows, and reds as the moon dissolves into the wakening sky. Fog pockets puddle in the low areas and silently rise as silky webs before evaporating in the warm morning air. The transition of night to day is stunning in many ways.
With only about two handfuls of 40 lefts, and only four of those left with PTC, the ex UP 60Ms have dominated the road trains, despite their teething problems. This sudden transition in motive power is a fitting end to a decade of Watco at the helm. If there is anything I've ever learned from this hobby, it's that nothing stays the same forever.
Transition
West bound on the Madison Sub, a transition consist of 6026 and 4183 heads up an unfortunately uncommon morning run to Horicon. On the approach to the South Wye switch in Milton, T003 will hang a right off the Madison Sub and onto the Waukesha Sub.
Sunny summer days usually mean an 0300-0400 wake-up call looking for something good running. A few times, it would pay off in spades. More often, I was left sleep deprived, questioning why I chose to do this to myself.
But even with every hard loss, I still developed an appetite for those early morning wake-up calls. Venturing out in those predawn hours, I have been rewarded with displays that rival even the most beautiful of cliché sunsets. Deep blues fan out into purple, yellows, and reds as the moon dissolves into the wakening sky. Fog pockets puddle in the low areas and silently rise as silky webs before evaporating in the warm morning air. The transition of night to day is stunning in many ways.
With only about two handfuls of 40 lefts, and only four of those left with PTC, the ex UP 60Ms have dominated the road trains, despite their teething problems. This sudden transition in motive power is a fitting end to a decade of Watco at the helm. If there is anything I've ever learned from this hobby, it's that nothing stays the same forever.