I started the year with a story, and will end it the same way with the last set of photos from my wife & I's trip to Pittsburg. Her meeting was over on Friday morning, so going on a tip from my thread here (Ed?), we headed south to Cumberland MD. We tried to buy a ticket on the WMSR but it was sold out. So, we loaded up on goodies from the gift shop. At sunset on Friday we parked the car at the bike trail parking lot, loaded the flash gear into a regular wheeled suitcase, and set out for the Brush Tunnel a mile up the mountain. Plan was to catch it w/b at the west portal. We're in good shape and had no trouble with the hike despite a fast march, and I spent time carefully coming up with a composition and where to place lights. The hillside was narrow & steep so I ended up tying some flash to saplings! Since we flew to PIttsburgh, I only brought five small flash & stands with me. I thought I was only going to be catching diesels!
We spent about an hour just sitting in the dark, waiting for the train to come. After sundown we didn't see another soul--we had the place to ourselves! My wife was a little spooked about bears so I cut a pole with my Swiss Army knife and whittled her a stout spear. It made her feel better. We could hear the train approaching from miles away, and finally heard it laboring hard up the grade. It burst from the portal; my wife was screaming over roar, "SHOOT IT!" I only get one shot with the flash and waited until the engine was exactly where I wanted it. I firmly pressed the trigger. The mighty engine and towering column of smoke was instantly illuminated! I checked the LCD after the train had rumbled by. Nailed it! We packed up and moved to the east portal, set up, and waited. And waited. Eight o'clock came, no train. Nine o'clock came, no train. Ten o'clock came, no train. Uh oh. We had moved into the tunnel to stay warm on the 28 degree night. Frost glittered on my tripod and lightstands. The lights inside the tunnel switched off at 10pm, leaving us in total darkness. Finally we heard an engine heading our way, but it was coming from the east. And, it was a diesel. I figured it was coming to rescue the steam train, and I was right. (Turned out the turntable in Frostburg was broken and they had to pull the train backwards with the diesel.) I quickly repositioned for a w/b and took a shot of the rescue engine before it disappeared into the tunnel. We packed up and headed back down the mountain, my wife clutching her spear and watching for bears. (She has a thing about "getting et by a bear." )
The next day we did some sight seeing, and my wife surprised me by saying she wanted to do the "train thing" again. She's usually up for an adventure! Once again we parked in the bike trail lot at sundown and hiked up the mountain. Her spear was right where she had left it the night before and she brought it along. I told any bears were likely hibernating. We set up on the steep grade where a cut widened out enough for me to safely place flash and set up my tripod. It took me awhile to get the flash exactly the way I wanted it--my wife was a big help with that! As we were setting up, a rather odd guy walked up the trail and began to talking to us. He asked me if I was carrying a gun. I responded, "Maybe. We are from South Dakota." He chatted but kept his distance as the forest went dark. My wife flashed the hand signal, "This guy is making me uncomfortable." I returned our hand sign for "Let's stay 30 feet apart." (Makes it harder to attack us.) The guy walked on up the hill but sat down on a boulder about 80 yards ahead, in the dark. Hmmm.
The train was coming closer and closer. We could clearly hear the mighty pistons pounding in the darkness and the chuff chuff as it breathed hard on the steep grade. Steam poured out of the cylinders, smoke shot 40 feet up into the air, the whistle was SCREAMING! Oh man, absolutely better than a diesel! When the train hit the spot I had marked, I popped the trigger. The flash, the camera, the focus, the exposure--everything was PERFECT!!! You can even see the engineer in the open cab window. Nailed another one! We began to pack up with the idea of heading up to the east portal to finally get that shot when the odd guy came back. He began talking about offbeat stuff, like the recent finding of General Braddock's body not far from there. My wife flashed the signal, "Let's leave." I began packing up the flash and the guy followed me into the woods! In the dark, I pulled out my Swiss Army knife and opened it, hiding the 3 inch razor sharp blade against the underside of my wrist. We got everything packed and the guy asked if he could help carry something. I thanked him for the offer, but said we could get it OK. He left, walking back down the hill. My wife wanted to head back to the car immediately, but I had us wait another twenty minutes. It was getting cold and the odd guy was lightly dressed. He was unlikely to linger between us and the parking lot. We finally left, my wife walking 30 feet ahead with a flashlight and her spear; me behind with knife in hand walking quietly in total darkness. We got to the car and found we were completely alone. Our thoughts once again returned to the great shot we had taken as well as the fantastic experience of watching a large steam engine pulling uphill in the dark!
The night was not over, however. We headed to the Frostburg depot to buy something hot to drink and snack on. We found the train crew and asked them where the road crossings were and if there were any big trestles we could easily get to. The crew was extremely helpful, as was everyone else there. We headed back along some narrow & twisty roads guided by my navigator/wife and her GPS. We got to the first crossing and she quickly set up three flash as I pre-focused the camera. I was able to pop one test shot and adjust. Then, the train was right there! Popped the shot and once again, nailed it! We threw the flash and tripod mounted camera into the backseat and took off for the next crossing. I set out three flash again while my wife set up the camera and popped two test shots. The train was coming around the bend! I ran back to the camera, composed, and took a shot. I then counted to four (recycle flash) and took a second shot as the engine went around the curve towards us. Two more nice shots in the bag! The train thundered by and smoke drifted over us as we laughed with joy. My wife yelled out, "Wow that was fun!"
I've shot rolling steam engines before, including both UP giants 844 & 3985, but I have to say the WMSR was the most fun of them all. I still can't believe that all five shots came out perfectly! Part of that might be due to 10 years of experience, but a big part was due to help from my wife! Over dinner she suggested we come back next year and get tickets early enough to do the afternoon ride, then come back at night for more photos. This time I'd like to bring more flash power AND my 4x5 camera. Shooting b&w film with a 4x5, of a steamer at night in O. W. Link's old stomping grounds has been a dream of mine for about the past 12 years. Finally, it's all coming together! I might even buy an 8x10 camera for it--you can make life sized enlargements from an 8x10 negative.
Over breakfast the next morning we came to the conclusion the odd guy the night before was almost certainly harmless. I suspect he was autistic and just as uncomfortable about us as we were of him. I mean after all, my wife was hanging around behind him in the dark with a spear! We were already discussing plans to see the 1309 for next year's Santa night run. Ed, want to join us one night?
So, I close out the year with this story. In a way I have killed two birds with one stone. I've finally posted my tale of our nights on the mountain, AND posted my best photos of the year. Two of these shots just might be the best night images I've done......ever! It's going to be tough for me to go back to my usual grain trains and their boring diesels. Then again, tomorrow morning my dad and I are heading out to Medora, North Dakota along the old NP Transcon west of Bismarck. There's a steady stream of BNSF trains running in the snow in that far corner of ND, both day.............and night.
Happy New Year!
Kent in SD