Category: LoCo Rwy
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splinters
The Lost Continent Railway occupies a lot of real estate, most of it at chest level. I wanted to stand alongside the right of way instead of looking down at it. That left quite a lot of room underneath the bench that the layout’s built on, room that I had barely begun to make use Read.
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coupled
Visiting a train show a couple years back, I spotted a big stack of boxes from across the aisle that made my spider-sense tingle. They turned out to be passenger cars, dozens of them, at rock-bottom prices. I picked out two dome cars, two or three sleepers, a coach and an observation car for the Read.
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spaghetti
I spent just about the whole weekend up to my elbows in an extra-large helping of copper-wire spaghetti, not because I was involved in yet another home improvement project, like fixing the garage door opener that’s still spread out in pieces across my work bench, but because I was playing with my choo-choo trains. A Read.
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progress again
Hours spent burning my fingertips with a soldering iron have finally paid off: Locomotives can finally move under their own power through the switches at the center of the layout. They can move through two of the switches, anyway. The two that matter. After my fingers heal, I’ll have to wire two more switches to Read.
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Action along the LoCo Rwy
After spending a good three hours wiring the control board, trains are finally moving under their own power along the Lost Continent Railway! I ran a steamer up the inside stretch of track first, then the diesel. The steamer seemed to slip a lot, even though it was pulling only a tender and three short Read.
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a little more
I couldn’t wait until another day to finish laying the rest of the track through the crossings and past the switches that led to the horseshoe curve back to the terminal platform. I thought I could wait until next week, but it turned out I’m a weaker man than that. I had to finish up Read.
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a good day’s work
Track boss Dominic Book rounded up the track gang this morning. He had to pound on the doors of every whore house and tavern on the low side of town to do it, but Dominic’s not a man to shirk from his job, nor is he a man that people say no to. Of course, Read.
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switched
Late Christmas just keeps going and going and going: There’s a guy in New Jersey who sent me a whole mess of train tracks through the mail. Not for free. And he wasn’t my Secret Santa or some goofy shit like that. I paid him what I thought was a fair price, particularly because I’d Read.
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loco update
It’s been a little while since I’ve been working on the railroad, mostly because of the place where the tracks cross on the foreground. I’ve built that crossover three times, and even though it gets better each time, I still can’t reliably roll cars through that crossing with confidence that they won’t jump off the Read.
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