Highball Up the Mississippi Valley

Once upon a time, the New York Central called itself “The Water Level Route” due to its following the Hudson River to the Big Apple.  In truth, many railroads could use the same slogan; after all, following a river often was the easiest way to construct a railroad with easy grades.

One such line operates down the east side of the Mississippi River valley through southern Illinois.  Originally built by the Missouri Pacific, today’s Chester Subdivision of the Union Pacific is a fast freight conduit linking eastern markets and the Midwest with the Gulf Coast, Texas and Mexico.  The mainline from Chicago joins the Chester Sub at Gorham, eighty miles south of East St. Louis.

The line passes through mostly rural farm country; much of it in the flood plain of Old Man River and still potentially vulnerable to extreme flooding events despite the series of levies devised to keep the Mississippi in check.  There have been some close calls where the line was nearly inundated in 1994 and 2019, but this water level route has proved to be a reliable and vital link to today’s transportation system.

South and east of the river town of Grand Tower, a southbound doublestack train passes and old barn nestled in a field of soybeans. Farmers in the region often alternate crops, growing beans one year and corn the next.

UP southbound south of Grand Tower
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High Bridge

A hidden gem on the Durango Silverton

From The High Bridge – September, 2013
Engine 480 pulls a morning bound train across the high bridge to Silverton Colorado.

My highlight on the Durango Silverton is the High Bridge. The High Bridge is a Pratt deck truss bridge over the Animas River. Built in 1894 with additional tension members added in 1981. The bridge spans 130ft and the length is 130ft.

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My Place

ICG Paducah rebuild 8289 leads a Memphis, Tennessee to McComb, Mississippi freight in February, 1976 as it splits the US&S block signals installed in the mid-1930s.

Every Rail Enthusiast has their favorite place. Most of the time, their favorite place is called “My Place” because there’s a sense of ownership through the unique nature of the location, an emotional tie or, perhaps, just a quiet location where they feel comfortable and enjoy just being there. To qualify for “My Place” status, the location must look great without a train. For me, there are two places that fell into that category.

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Tracks & Traces

Road Trip – Part Two

At the Center for Railroad Photography & Art’s Conversations 2022 in Chicago last month, I was talking with some friends about my planned trip westward after the conference. Bryan Bechtold recommended a route across northern Kansas, following the railroad through the small towns that still remain in this prairie landscape.

This video presents a collection of photographs from my time in Kansas.

Edd Fuller, Editor

Railroad Town:
 Monroe, Louisiana

Kansas City Southern rail bridge over the Ouachita River, Monroe (Tri-X film, Hasselblad 501CM camera, 80mm ƒ/2.8 Planar-CB lens, green filter)

Formerly Fort Miro and now the seat of Ouachita Parish, Monroe is the “big city” of north central Louisiana. The family and I used to attend theater productions at the Monroe Civic Center and have flown out of MLU airport, but otherwise have not spent much time there.

A Virginia friend asked about someplace to explore, and I suggested Monroe. We drove there on a sunny warm day and headed to the Ouachita River at the historic city core.

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Steel Echoes

The Spirit of Place

Nothing touches my heart like hearing a locomotives horn echoing off in the distance. The softly muted tone that trails as it’s smoothed by the cushion of air between me and the train that may be miles away. That sound is exhilarating as it quiets my soul and sparks memories for my love of trains. As a photographer this is what I live to capture; that feeling, the sounds, and even smells. I want you to inhale my photos and be transported within the crisp straight edges of the photograph. Through some of my photos from West Virginia, you will be able to experience the spirit of place, the spirit of an Appalachia hollow filled with battered 100 year old coal camp homes that nestle along the steel ribbon. To experience photos that have no boundaries is absolutely limitless. You can close your eyes and hear the pounding of a train miles away through the steep mountain sides. That low vibrating hum that grows from a faint whisper into a clash of battling steel squealing up the mountain grade as the locomotives grind past and the smell of diesel fumes fill the air.

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