Showing posts with label Steam Locomotive. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Seattle Christmas Trip–Part 2, The Snoqualmie Railroad Museum

The next morning, Dawn and I woke well rested and made our way to the 5th floor Restaurant to partake of their rather delicious breakfast buffet.

For those that when you think of a hotel breakfast think of a very small room near the main office that has stale bagels, rubbery egg-things, and room-temperature milk, this is about as great an about-face from standard hotel breakfast fare as you can get.

Multiple types of loaded fresh scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage…. name it, they had it, heck they even had an on-demand pancake making machine.

I stuffed myself silly.

After breakfast, Dawn and I decided that we’d head off and do our own agendas of things we wanted to do while we were up north. For me, I wanted to return to the town of Snoqualmie, WA and visit their Railroad Museum.

I had seen the Museum as night was settling in roughly 3/4 of a year ago when Dawn and I were visiting the Snoqualmie Falls and seeing the familiar pancake batter picture live and in person. I would discovered later on today that it was a good thing that we had, as the Snoqualmie Dam was being altered and the old familiar structures of the hydroelectric project were being “modernized”.


The day before when we had arrived, the weather had been a bit overcast, but not too bad. By today, it was freezing cold and wetter than a dog that had just climbed out of a lake.

A quick scan of the news stations revealed that we were in the middle of some major rain, with the potential for heavy flooding.

While our location in Seattle wasn’t in any way threatened by potential flooding, I-5 in Chehalis has this notoriously bad habit of flooding out every time a protracted period of rain sets in.

Once Chehalis floods, the only way back south is to go all the way east to Yakima, WA and then head south down Highway 12 or further east down I-82. Long, long way out of the way.

So, stoically, and not wanting to miss the only chance I was going to get for quite some time to visit the area, I bundled up and set out for Snoqualmie.


Even with the rain and the cold, the drive east bound on I-90 was smooth and rather uneventful. I tried to take a couple pictures of my crossing on the massive floating bridge that makes up the I-90 crossing of Lake Washington.

I’ve always found floating bridges fascinating, the fact that they’re not too far from being a more sophisticated variation of a bunch of barges all bolted together, but are as stable as if they were permanently built structures that reached all the way down to the lake bottom far below amazes me.

From Wikipedia

The Lacey V. Murrow Memorial Bridge is a floating bridge that carries the eastbound lanes of Interstate 90 across Lake Washington from Seattle to Mercer Island, Washington. It is the second longest floating bridge on Earth at 6,620 ft (2,020 m), whereas the longest is the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge just a few miles to the north on the same lake, built 23 years later. The third longest is the Hood Canal Bridge, also in Washington State, about 30 miles to the Northwest of the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge.

Along with the east portals of the Mount Baker Ridge Tunnel, the bridge is an official City of Seattle landmark.[1] While the bridge originally had an opening span at the center of the bridge to allow a horizontal opening of 202 feet for major waterborne traffic, the only boat passages currently are elevated fixed spans at the termini with 29 feet of vertical clearance[2].

History

The bridge was the brainchild of George Lightfoot, who came to be called the "father of the bridge". Lightfoot began campaigning for the bridge in 1930, enlisting the support of Miller Freeman. The original two-way, four-lane toll bridge was designed by the engineer Homer Hadley (1885–1967) and constructed of reinforced concrete in 1940. The construction cost for the project was on the order of $9,000,000 including approaches. It was partially financed by a bond issue of $4,184,000.[3] Tolls were removed in 1949.[4] It sank in a storm on November 25, 1990, while it was undergoing refurbishing and repair. The current bridge was built in 1993. The eponymous Lacey V. Murrow was the second Director of the Washington State Highway Department and a highly decorated US Air Force officer who served in World War II. He was the oldest brother of CBS commentator Edward R. Murrow.[5]

Formerly known as the "Lake Washington Floating Bridge", the original bridge was built under a 1 1/2-year contract awarded to the Puget Sound Bridge and Dredging Company (the project was led by engineer Peter John Jensen) in the amount of $3,254,000.[6] It included a movable span that could be retracted into a pocket in the center of the fixed span to permit large boats to pass. This design resulted in a roadway "bulge" that required vehicles to swerve twice across polished steel joints as they passed the bulge. A "reversible lane" system, indicated by lighted overhead lane control signals with arrow and 'X' signs, compounded the hazard by putting one lane of traffic on the "wrong" side of the bulge at different times of day in an effort to alleviate rush-hour traffic into or out of Seattle. There were many serious collisions on the bridge. The problems grew worse as the traffic load increased over the years and far outstripped the designed capacity. Renovation or replacement was essential and a parallel bridge, the Homer M. Hadley Memorial Bridge, was completed in 1989.

1990 disaster

View northeast of bridge, west approach and Mount Baker Tunnel

In 1990, while under construction, the original bridge sank due to a combination of human errors and decisions. The process started because the bridge needed resurfacing and was to be widened by means of cantilevered additions in order to meet the necessary lane-width specifications of the Interstate Highway System. The Washington State Department of Transportation (WSDOT) decided to use hydrodemolition (high-pressure water) to remove unwanted material (the sidewalks on the bridge deck). Water from this hydrodemolition was considered contaminated under environmental law and could not be allowed to flow into Lake Washington.[7] Engineers then analyzed the pontoons of the bridge, and realized that they were over-engineered and the water could be stored temporarily in the pontoons. The watertight doors for the pontoons were therefore removed.

A large storm on November 22, 23, and 24, 1990 (the Thanksgiving holiday weekend), filled some of the pontoons with rain and lake water. On November 24, workers noticed that the bridge was about to sink, and started pumping out some of the pontoons. However, on November 25, 2,790 ft (850 m) of the bridge sank, dumping the contaminated water into the lake along with tons of bridge material. The bridge sank when one pontoon filled and dragged the rest down because they were cabled together and there was no way to separate the sections under load. Fortunately, no one was hurt or killed, since the bridge was closed for renovation and the sinking took some time. All of the sinking was captured on film and shown on live TV.

Precedents and lessons for the future

WSDOT lost another floating bridge, the Hood Canal Bridge, about a decade earlier under similar circumstances, and it is now known that another major floating bridge in Washington, the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge, is under-engineered for local environmental conditions.[8] due to a combination of human errors and decisions.

Eventually, I made my way into the “tourist trap” ends of Snoqualmie that leads from I-90 up to the original town itself.

The outdoor temperature during my drive up had plummeted quite a bit, it wouldn’t be too long before the rain became snow up at the elevation of town.

Still determined to see it all, I located a parking spot nearest the Snoqualmie terminal and began meandering around with my camera, though keeping it carefully cradled to prevent the rain from getting blow on the lens.

Given the time of the year, the “Santa Train” was running full tilt up on the Snoqualmie Railroad. Sadly, all the seats on the train were sold out, but given the shortness of the train route, it wasn’t a great loss.

Once upon a time, the tracks of the Snoqualmie Railroad ran all the way from Seattle proper up to town, now only a tiny fraction of the track remains. All of the antique trains that had been carried up that now gone track forever trapped up in the hills.

As I wandered through the site, it didn’t take long before the photo shooting began.

This old diesel is still active and used from time to time to pull the Snoqualmie Excursion train.

For quite some time, the Snoqualmie Railroad used this old Mallet Locomotive to pull their excursion trains, its since been retired, its place taken by two diesel switch engines, one at either end of the excursion train.

In addition to a fairly sizable collection of locomotives that are still in operating condition, the Snoqualmie Railroad also has an amazing collection of classic rolling stock.

This old US Army mess car was serving as a snack and beverage stand for those with tickets for the Santa Train. Given how cold I was getting, a hot cocoa sure would have been good…..

A lot of the rolling stock is in fairly good condition, however, the area around the station itself isn’t the only display yard of old Railroading equipment.


The Graveyard of Trains

Tracks to nowhere….


The Santa Train Arrives

As I was wandering around snapping my photos of the various trains on display at the Snoqualmie Station, I heard the familiar tell-tale sounds of a not too far off train on-coming. I quickly made my way around the station and into position just in time to capture a view of the Santa Train as it pulled into the station.

After watching the swarms of happy children boarding the Santa Train with their slightly harried parents, I wandered on through the rain to shoot my pictures of the Grave Yard of Trains, and along the way, I found this old log cradle.

The cradle was used to hold those old monster old growth logs so that they could be passed through the mill saws and cut to dimension.

An example log still sits in situ waiting for a turn at a mill that no longer exists.


After making my way through the Graveyard of Trains, I was back at the station, when a gentleman in classic Railroad Police garb chatted me up about the Snoqualmie railroad. We conversed about my Sumpter Narrow gauge railroad up in eastern Oregon, at around which point he told me where to find the Snoqualmie Railroad’s new Museum building and restoration shop.

A quick trip down the road towards North Bend, brought me here.

Sadly, there wasn’t anyone at the service shop and the museum looks like its still a work in progress, but hopefully when I visit again, the Museum will be completed. Can’t wait to see what they’ll have inside, maybe some of those poor old Locomotives sitting on the sidings will finally get a home inside somewhere dry.

As I was making my way back towards the car, I caught the sound of a horn once again and came up next to the crossing next to the service shop just in time to catch the Santa Train on its return trip to the Snoqualmie Station!


Having taken a picture of everything I thought potentially photographic, I made my way the rest of the way into the town of North Bend. The Santa Train was off at the Snoqualmie Station, but it wouldn’t be long before I heard that horn thrice.

The North Bend station is sadly not the original, but a rather nice reproduction of the original station that once stood in town. The track comes to an end not too far past the station, though at one time, it did run another five or so miles further along to the next town down the road.

After hanging around a little while to snap a few more photos, I packed up and made my way back towards Snoqualmie, I had one more stop on my agenda for the day, Snoqualmie Falls.

Friday, October 15, 2010

The Northern Cascades Fall Colors Caravan - Day 3, Meandering behind the Caravan and exploring the Washington Mountains

* Lights up his second cigar, a Macanudo - Hampton Court *

That's better.....

Now, I left off with Moby and I having settled in for the night at Sauk Campground. Libations were aplenty by the time I got there, most folks having already long since had dinner and were relaxing for the evening around one of the three big campfires that were to be had on this journey.

Since I didn't want to miss any of the ruminations, I didn't bother to fix myself a proper dinner (having had yet more McDonalds food during the drive from Arlington to the Campground), but rather managed to consume roughly three pounds of salted in-shell peanuts from a five pound bag I had brought along with me for the trip.

If you hadn't guessed already, that was a BIG mistake.

First things first, a little more info about the campground. It IS a primitive campground, but it does have one outhouse. The only problem is that its clear at the other end of the campground from the site I was parked in. Not very ideal when you need a toilet and are in a bit of a hurry.

Add on the fact that not only is the bathroom at the far end from where I was staying, the parks myriad of looping little roads are perfectly designed to confuse the living hell out of someone in the grips of a digestive emergency.

If it wasn't bad enough at this point, the rain caught up with me from Oregon and it had started down pouring shortly after Moby and I had retired to the camper for the evening.

Now, you're probably wondering, Matt, you've got a john in that camper of yours, why didn't you just use that?

In the end, I did.

However, that first "Oh sh--" situation when stomach satan started his attack kind of drove my body into its normal autopilot mode of "Go use the campground bathroom" and Moby and I made a frantic dash down soggy gravel roads trying to find the little blue outhouse using my little LED flashlight of problems (It likes to go out randomly and needs a good thwakking to make it work again.

Eventually, I got to sleep that night, but dear God, I didn't go peacefully.




The next morning eventually found me, but not before a last attack from stomach satan sent me scurrying off to that outhouse one last time. At least this time the rain had stopped and I could see where the devil I was going.

Lemme tell you something. Nothing is more intimidating than to be sitting on the seat in an outhouse when a whole bunch of diesel pickups all start up at the same time and begin gathering around outside idling as they wait their turn to depart from the park.

Once again, I made my journey along the route by myself, but judging from what I've seen in alot of other folk's pictures, I'm glad I did, I would have missed all of the rather neat little stops along the way that made the drive enjoyable.





After emerging from the bathroom again, I made my way back to my now lonely camper all by itself in the far corner of the park.

I was finally able to amble around with my camera and get a good look at what I was all around me. Till now, I hadn't realized just how close the Sauk river actually was to my campsite. I do believe a return trip along this route outside of the Caravan is definitely in order.




After packing back up my generator (I had pulled it out and got it running recharging the camper battery bank right before that last gut attack hit), and walking the park with Moby, we clambered back into the Express and hopped back on the road.


Day 3's Journey

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As we made our way back towards Highway 531, we stopped one more time to grab a picture of the bridge that had closed up my Day 2 chapter of this tale. Bridge is a little less intimidating in the daylight, but no less narrow.



As we slowly made our way across, I turned to look over at the Sauk River one more time.




Judging from the giant mound of washed out trees, one could safely wager that heavy melt-off occurs in this area during the spring....

Back on the road, heading north once more!




Entering Marblemount, WA.....




As we meander along Highway 20, the massive transmission towers from the many Seattle Light hydroelectric dams follow us on and off again along the way.




Newhalem, WA

Newhalem is one of the many reasons why I have no complaints about falling behind the Caravan on this journey, where as the group blew on by, I stopped and meandered for a while, my addiction to all places historic guiding my steps and I walked around town, snapping photographs of the various shops and information kiosks scattered through the area.






Anything to do with the big reclamation projects and the hydroelectric boom left over from the 1940s and so on has always fascinated me. Someday I will eventually make a journey back north into Washington and visit the Grand Coulee Dam and take the tour of the Hanford Nuclear Reservation.





The Old Number 6 Steam Locomotive in Newhalem, WA.

I'll freely admit it, I'm a train junkie. I love the old Steam Locomotives the most, but I won't turn a blind eye to any of the classic diesel locomotives, though.

The Old Number 6 in my mind is how a Locomotive of that period should be kept when turned into a park piece. This train is in immaculate condition (Though likely not capable of moving under its own power), far better than the shape I've seen alot of its Baldwin Locomotive brethren in as I've visited them in my myriad of journeys.












With as tempting a morsel as a polished brass locomotive bell in place with a rope that anyone could reach from the ground, I simply couldn't resist making that old bell sing :).




After doing a little shopping at the local general store for a few gifts for Dawn, Moby and I loaded back up in the truck and got back underway, but not before getting a few pictures of the hydroelectric power house (still active) at the edge of town.





On our way up towards Diablo Lake and the Diablo Dam, stopping all the way.

















Finally, the outlook over Diablo Lake and Diablo Dam, on our way up in the world towards Rainy Pass!





As we climbed up and over Rainy Pass, and then continued our slog on up these jagged peaks, we went from unlimited visibility.....




Right into Suicide fog.

Why do I call it "Suicide Fog?" Because there's always at least one motorist that simply has to do ten-to-twenty miles over the speed limit through these "Can't see past your hood" fog banks.

Me? I crept through this fog at around 25 mph with my hazards a flashing, watching for curve signs to appear out of the fog banks and desperately keeping a close eye on the lines on the ground to figure out where the lanes were (When I could see the lines).

In the end about seven other vehicles followed me slowly and rather closely through the suicide fog till we finally emerged....



And they all took off like bats out of hell.

Sadly, that big bank of fog blocked the view of one of the most impressive sights on Highway 20, the Liberty Bell. Someday, I'll come back this way again and hopefully on that day, it'll be clear and dry and I'll be able to stop and gaze upon the Liberty Bell's grandeur.

After descending out of suicide fog, and back down into the Methow valley, I began to notice that unlike Oregon, Washington's central and eastern Mountains can go from densely tree canopied to sparsely treed to eroded hills of dirt in rock and back again within the distance of a few miles.

This constantly changing environment became one of my favorite things to watch for as my journey through these ancient mounts progressed.







Well, this pretty much wraps up the drive from Sauk Campground through the majesty of the Rainy and Washington Passes. Tune in again for my next installment, the town of Winthrop, Silver Line Resort and the giant Truck Camper potluck!