It wasn't hard to find... we just crashed right into it. The RR tracks go right across the walking paths leading to the lake front. At first I thought it was abandoned, but the rails were too shiny. I asked someone if it's an active RR and he said freights come through occasionally. As he was saying this I see the headlights of what looked like a GP9. It didn't quite reach where we were standing, and then reversed. As I looked down the tracks in that direction I saw the noses of the other engines in the yard. My wife and our friends do not share my fascination (obsession) with things that move and trains in particular so we didn't intend on getting close. But the walking path ran right next to the yard. Just lucky I guess.
In between interacting with Southwest Airlines as they attempted to find our bags that somehow didn't make it to Louisville when we did, I was back in the roofing business.
As you can see I'm closing in on the left side main roof. I have enough material to finish this roof, but will wait for my Rusty Stump shipment to get enough to finish the whole job. It's painstaking work. To trim the shingles at the ends, I let them be a bit long, press them into the corner, and then trim with a #11 blade. It has to be dead sharp. So to trim the pieces to length on my cutting board, I use the blade that was just in the handle that I'm using for the critical length trimming. As soon as that blade shows any dullness, I switch it to the other handle and put a new blade in the trimming handle.
Tomorrow is a work out day and I'll get some train work done too.
