The Sweetness of Sulphur
CAZ and I had a lengthy wait at Sulphur for this S573, so we passed the time by staring at the sun, kicking the remains of a deer leg, and trying to shatter a floating Ale-8 bottle in the ditch across the tracks, while also trying not to die of heat stroke.
Eventually, the sun came out for good, Z nailed the bottle with a piece of ballast, I picked up the baddest-ass sunburn of my life, and then the train finally came around the curve at a blistering 5 mph pace. Only in my dreams did I think I would actually get a good leader at this spot, but CSX came through in the clutch when they tacked this YN2 C40-8 in front of three UP shitboxes before the train left Cincy. Raise the camera, click the shutter a few times, then shove my head into our cooler full of Monster, Cheerwine, Ale-8, and Sarsaparilla. You could say it was a good trip.
The Sweetness of Sulphur
CAZ and I had a lengthy wait at Sulphur for this S573, so we passed the time by staring at the sun, kicking the remains of a deer leg, and trying to shatter a floating Ale-8 bottle in the ditch across the tracks, while also trying not to die of heat stroke.
Eventually, the sun came out for good, Z nailed the bottle with a piece of ballast, I picked up the baddest-ass sunburn of my life, and then the train finally came around the curve at a blistering 5 mph pace. Only in my dreams did I think I would actually get a good leader at this spot, but CSX came through in the clutch when they tacked this YN2 C40-8 in front of three UP shitboxes before the train left Cincy. Raise the camera, click the shutter a few times, then shove my head into our cooler full of Monster, Cheerwine, Ale-8, and Sarsaparilla. You could say it was a good trip.