by Regis Cordic

Out along the western end of the Lazy River Narrow Gauge Division, there is a spot that nature seems to have designed specifically with train-watchers in mind. The railroad is cut on a shelf just a few feet above a twisting, babbling brook that provides an ideal excuse to bring the fishing pole along with the camera. Just in case.

The distant chuff of the diminutive locomotives can be heard along the valley long before any movement is seen. Plenty of time to set the fish pole on ‘automatic” and get the camera ready. A low moan of the whistle means something is coming from the west and will cross the narrow country road before the train swings into view on the opposite bank.

In these days of the Early Twenties, one never knows what to expect in the way of equipment. Now that the former Schleenvoydt Mining Company three-foot line has been sold to the standard gauge Lazy River, things are changing rapidly. To the bucolic charm of the wandering three-footer has come a touch of professionalism rewarded by a marked increase in traffic.

As a result, old equipment is being shopped and repainted, emerging with the bright red L.R. triangle. New engines and cars are arriving as fast as they can be rounded up from man­ufacturers or other narrow gauge operators’ surplus yards.

Yessir! It is an exciting time to be watching trains along the Lazy River. Let’s see what we can catch with the camera between nibbles on the line.

    

This perky little gem is said to have been purchased “out west somewhere.” She is returning light to Amalfi to pick up an extra at the water pumping facility of the famous Olde Frothingslosh Brewing Company, maker of “The Brew With The Foam On The Bottom.” All Frothingslosh products move out to anxious imbibers over the L.R.  

  

In no particular hurry, Mogul No. 11 drifts by with an afternoon Way Freight. New refrigerator car is one of a small fleet put in service by the new management as shipments of perishables increase. Check uninvited passenger in box car behind.  

      

Clattering over the crossing under heavy skies, Shay No. 8 returns hoppers to the mines the road was built to serve. A remnant of the old Schfeenvoydt Mining Co. regime, this engine has not had time to spare for the application of new lettering. Cars are from borrowed E.B.T. blueprints.  

   

 

Amalfi Yard is tucked into one of the many mysterious mountain crevices on the “High End” of the narrow gauge route. Simple engine facilities tend mostly helpers, switch and mine locos. As a Local rattles in, 0-4-0 No. 2 emerges for a load of coal from the crude, home-made wooden hoist and a drink from the tiny spout.