The haze was becoming a fog. By the time we came into Halstad, the fog
was so thick we couldn’t see where anything was. I stopped our two Geeps
with the box car on a switch I had been keeping an eye out for. I knew
that switch was the south end of the Halstad siding. From here Bigfoot
could take a walk and find the elevator manager, Danny, to be sure the
cars were released. Then he’d continue his work with lacing up the loads
(connecting air hoses), knock off hand brakes, and be in position to
get on to the main. In the meantime, Scrap would cut off the box car on
the main just south of the switch, since it had to remain on the tail
end of the train. Scrap and I would take the power to the north end of
the siding, let ourselves in, and come against the loads on the siding.
By then, Bigfoot should have the cars ready to go and we’ll simply shove
out the south switch, couple up to the box car, and back the whole train out the south end to get on the main line again.
The fog was so thick by that time, I had to inch up slowly to
the loads so I wouldn’t run into them. We coupled on and Scrap put the
air to them. Then I radioed Bigfoot, who was waiting at the far end, I
was going to stretch the cars to be sure we had them all. With a little
tug, he radioed back, “You got
‘em all”. Now Bigfoot will walk out to the south siding switch and open
it up so we can back out to the box car on the main. Then continue
backing out and I’ll stop once we clear the south switch. Bigfoot will
be standing there to line the south switch for the main and all three of
us will be on the head end
again. I started shoving back slowly so Bigfoot could walk ahead to
open the switch. In a minute I heard my radio. “Switch is opened up”.
Okay, we’re good to keep going. I’m waiting for a countdown to tell me
when I’ll couple up to the box car. Then I hear Bigfoot again, “I don’t think that box car is here”.
I brought the train to a stop. We got to think about this before
we did anything more. It must be a human instinct that takes over at a
moment like that, like when you hear a strange noise in the dark. Your
mind scrambles to come up with viable explanations, and does it in just
half a second. Then you take the time to analyze and come up with the
best explanation. This is what we did. Initially my mind raced to come
up with scenarios should the box car have rolled north. That means it
could possibly be up on the main ahead of us. The good thing was that
the north switch is lined for the main now and the box car
couldn’t have damaged it by running through it. We would just have to
feel our way through the fog to go get it, pull it back into the siding,
and start all over with building the train. Then I concluded the car
had to roll south. I knew that it is slightly up hill to come into
Halstad. Bigfoot obviously knew this too because he said he’d start
walking south on the track on a scouting mission, and I was to keep
coming back slow.
We lost a lot of time because we were backing up at a walking
speed. Good thing we hadn’t yet stopped at any garage sales. Back,
back, and back some more. Finally, after half a mile, Bigfoot’s radio
keys in and he said, “I found it. It’s on the Buffalo River bridge, and
you’re about 7 to 10 cars from it”. He could only guess my distance from
the sound of the wheels because he couldn’t see the end of the train in
the fog. We coupled up, and once Bigfoot was on the train, I pulled
ahead to get him off the bridge. Then I backed up to pick him up. Back
when we first got to Halstad, Scrap cut off the box car to dump the air,
and then applied the hand brake – all correct to proper procedure. What
he didn’t notice is that while he tightened the hand brake, the
resistance he felt wasn’t coming from pulling on the brake rods.
The vertical chain leading from the hand brake ratchet transfers
its force to the horizontal brake rods at a pivot point just under the
foot platform where a Brakeman would stand to operate the hand brake.
There’s a clevis and pin assembly there, and this oversized piece became
caught on the foot platform since it moves up along with the chain. The
clevis was caught on an unmovable item. Scrap didn’t realize his
tightening force was against the platform he was standing on, and not
being applied to the brakes rods, and subsequently the brake shoes. The
air pressure in the brake cylinder bled off prematurely, maybe due to a
bad gasket or pipe connection. The brakes released and with out the hand
brake as a back up, the 70 tons of beans rolled away.
The irony was when as soon as we cleared the town of Halstad we broke
out of the fog. There wasn’t even as haze the rest of that day. As we
headed north we stopped to pick up loaded cars from all the little town
elevators we skipped through on the way down. Just outside of Neilsville
was a Cat road grader restoring the surface of a gravel county road.
The grader operator was Mike, a guy we knew because we always saw him
out there working from the trains. And if we were switching in one of
the small towns where he was driving through, he’d stop and talk with us
a little bit. He seemed to be a pretty good sort. Mike somehow got his
grader too close to the edge of road where it slid down the embankment
and was now stuck in the mud of the ditch. He was close to the tracks so
I stopped the train, and Scrap cut off the cars while Bigfoot walked
over to the grader with a 50 foot chain out of the locomotive nose
compartment. Once he has secured the chain to the grader, he hooked the
opposite end around the trailing locomotive coupler. I pulled ahead
slowly until the slack was out of the chain.
When Mike was in the grader, Scrap and Bigfoot were clear, I
began to pull slightly. Got to be careful here because there’s a lot of
lateral tension at work and I don’t want to pull my trailing truck off
the rails, or worse, roll over a rail. At first I could see the entire
locomotive shift towards the direction of the chain as the frame
succumbs to lateral force. But the grader started to move and the
lateral force issue only lessened. It didn’t take much from me to get
the grader unstuck. Just tickle the throttle a few times between 1 and 2
notches. After Mike got on his way again, we could make the final leg
back to our home terminal. Not a bad day really. Still light in the sky
after we yarded our train and put the power away. We went out and did
the job that was expected of us. We found something that had been lost.
And we helped someone else along the way. Not a bad day at all.
Scrap Iron, Big Foot, And A Nice Day On A Branch Line