With the demise of Railfan and Railroad being discussed here, a certain name cropped up that reopened a long forgotten memory and a example of Murphy’s Law, that if something can go wrong, it will, whether its a magazine or an excursion or in my case, both. Maybe my experience was a portent of things to come.
We began the slow, curving climb up the grade with open windows letting in a nice breeze..the sounds of the engines pulling with the black exhaust curling away from the tracks. Heads were craning around the corners of the window sills to watch the show. Suddenly with no warning the brakes began to screech and the consist shuddered inexplicably to a full stop on the mainline. Minutes passed as the coaches began to heat up, babies crying, the murmurs grew louder as to what happened. More time passed and the voices grew louder and more agitated as the heat index rose. Everyone was sweating sealed away without explanation as if we were being held hostage. The door at the end of the coach swung open and every head turned around in that direction awaiting some kind of dire announcement. A small group of gentlemen walked up the aisle only to disappear behind the door at the opposite end of the coach. Someone said, “Thats Tony Koester..” Someone else said..”they want their picture taken at the front of the locomotive..”
Yes, it was that ill fated excursion at Steamtown to celebrate the anniversary of Railfan and Railroad and there I was along with everyone else, growing agitated..
It seemed like an eternity in that steaming coach and the small brigade of returned to walk back through the coaches without comment. The consist slowly began to roll with two blasts of a far away horn. A sort of pall fell over everyone as a small breeze began to cool everyone off. The station stop was a relief and welcomed. As we reboarded our seats, the anticipation was building as the next segment of our journey was to be pulled by steam that was coming up behind us to couple on. This will have made the uncomfortable stop worthwhile. Simultaneously,a loud bang ensued, a ceiling panel dropped from the ceiling, a antique light fixture swung free by it’s cord, a women was nearly propelled over a seat, a kid hit the floor, dust flew everywhere...Later Jim Boyd called this a “hard coupling”..Ambulances arrived, sirens were heard, we were all scattered around the station. Some folks were laid out on the grass with injuries. We were marooned again, or so it seemed..Later, school buses arrived and we were unceremoniously returned to Steamtown a bit dazed and confused. Whether it's a layout, a magazine, an excursion I suppose we can always expect the unexpected.
Were any other forum members aboard?