Well since I have resumed railfanning on a fairly regular basis I figured why not start blogging about it? Even if no one reads these posts, they still are fun for me to look back on. So here goes the re-launch of the blog formerly known as look4trains.
This morning dawned bright and crisp. I had the itch to take a train picture, so after ATCS showed me a southbound approaching Nopeming and a northbound leaving Pokegama, off I went. Best case scenario was to catch these two meeting on Steelton Hill, worst case I figured I would get the southbound somewhere in good light. Those southbounds really move, so when I reached the overpass on Becks Road, I could see the headlight of the southbound up the hill. I bailed out and trotted (which for me, nowdays, is a fast walk) back to the bridge to get the shot:
Well, that was nice. Nothing special but better than striking out. I wasn't sure where the northbound was, so jumped back in the Escape and headed downhill. The northbound came into view as I rounded the curve near Gary crossover. And the southbound was closing fast. With no time to change lenses I made the-well, not the best, but what I could of a great situation.
60 more seconds, and I could have snapped on the short lens and had something presentable here. But no such luck today. I considered chasing the southbound to Oliver but decided to go snoop around Duluth a bit. I stopped to check ATCS at the I-35 on ramp, and noticed something headed down Proctor Hill. Again the chase was on. Again it turned out that I was a minute late, as the train was nearly on the dock when I arrived. No time to launch and get a shot before the run around.
So I continued on to the Garfield overpass, in the hope of finding something interesting at one of the Rices Point yards. They were both quiet, though, so I just meandered around trying to think of something to do. I finally found a nice out of the way spot to launch and ended up videoing the CP yard.
By this time I had endured enough frustration for one morning and so I headed back home, to see how the shots turned out.
Now you know the story of how I was a minute late and a mile short. Thanks for reading!
