Our locomotive, #18, is a Baldwin built in 1914 and is an ex-McCloud River Rail locomotive. Only problem was, when we got there the locomotive was on the wrong end and pointed the wrong way.
The passenger cars are very pretty and hail from the early 1900's.
Discussion and photo ops before #18 is shifted to the other end of the passenger cars.
Requisite pretty train pictures.
They were VERY gentle and respectful of this cool old equipment, you could tell these old-school railroaders loved their train. You know in the movies where there is a loud bang, big impact and a train-long shudder when they connect the cars? Forget that. These guys backed that locomotive into place so gently it just *kissed* the passenger cars with hardly a bump.
Now we're pointed in the right direction and ready to go!
They weren't without their humor and embraced their small-town image. There was a guy running around 'security wanding' people. The wand was a chunk of 2x4 with a wire coat hanger and an old propane tank gauge nailed to one end.
This little orange fire patrol doohicky followed us all the way up and back again, this guy's job is to put out any fires the train accidentally starts.
There was a slight delay before we left--seems three different people had chosen to park their cars across the tracks at the end of the rails. The V & T made them move them, announcing, 'If you don't want your car when we come back you can leave it there, but we WILL bill you for any damage to the locomotive.' We all got a laugh at their expense as they sheepishly ran off the train and moved their vehicles.
The interior of the cars is beautiful, restored with lots of the original items still in place. This stove looks like it still works and I suspect is used during the holidays when they do their 'Polar Express' runs.
We were in the first car just behind the locomotive. The view from my seat, looking forward at the back of #18...
...and towards the back, into the other cars.
The conductor was amazing and kept a running narrative going, telling us all about the history of the line and the area right up to present day, and fielding all kinds of questions. All of these guys were dressed to the nines and VERY dapper.
The trip was 1 1/2 hours each way, with three hours between runs so we had plenty of time to wander around Virginia City. We went through several tunnels which thrilled the kid no end, and the engineer obligingly blew the steam whistle for the train fans with big cameras that lined the track along the way. We leaned out the windows and waved at the people in cars as we went across the trestle bridge over Highway 50, they honked, hung out of their cars and waved back with big grins. Everyone loves steam trains.
The train laid by on a siding at American Flat for about 10 minutes so that another train coming down could clear the tracks. While we waited we watched for wild horses, spotted some quail and rabbits and got a good look at the old Comstock Mill ruins in the distance--a huge complex that cost 8 million dollars to build in the 1920's and these days is a graffiti-covered curiosity. We noted a good dirt road leading into it, so it will be a trip for another day to check it out.
As we got closer to Gold Hill and Virginia City, mine tailings were everywhere. Copper is green, iron is red. The conductor was telling us that people in modern times had realized that science had advanced and the tailings had been reworked many times to glean every bit of ore out of them.
Finally we made it to Virginia City, and we got a good look at the equipment yard and the rear of the locomotive as we exited.
Several other cars are still awaiting restoration.
As we got off, the kid pointed and laughed and said jokingly, 'Hey, blowing off steam!' Exactly, we told her--guess where that saying comes from? Poor kid, her parents never lose an opportunity to turn things into a learning experience and stuff information into her head.
There was even an old timey bus waiting to run us the couple of blocks to the main drag--which you can appreciate on steep streets at 6,200 feet. The Memorial Day parade was starting in 30 minutes and everyone was getting organized, even the Clampers had tacked notices for their members onto the phone poles. The most vital information is mentioned several times.
Hardware, stoves & metal.
Love it when the old names just kinda start blending. The Crystal Bar building is a lovely, mellow shade of yellow & pink.
Lots of the people were in period costume, Virginia City folks LOVE to dress up, nearly everyone on the main street does.
This guy was a master with a bullwhip, entertaining the crowd. No one had to tell people to stay out of his way.
This lady was a one-person cheerleader for the vets. She was energetic, LOUD and would run out into the parade, pinning red poppies on folks and giving bear hugs to the military guys and girls. She was awesome.
Now--this is Nevada, where we take our patriotism, support of the military, guns and cars seriously. There's a cheerful old vet in the back, his driver looks like he eats nails for lunch:
The Nevada Patriot Guard--I have no doubt that these guys probably took part in the recent amusing 'run the BLM guys out of Nevada' rodeo.
Not bad, but this shot could use more flags.
Here the Grand Marshal rides in an old miltary jeep and likes it thank you, no fancy cars. Also, nearly everyone in town had at least one sidearm.
C'mon, this is Nevada! Where are the BIG guns?
This guy was all style.
Requisite northern Nevada parade--family members running out to remind the driver to pick up milk on the way home. I shit you not. She chewed his ass about forgetting it earlier, too.
Nevada hood ornament. Of course it's a miner, what else would it be? Like I said, we take our patriotism seriously, flags and Americana were everywhere.
No, more seriouser than that. COAT YOUR VEHICLE WITH IT.
For some reason there was a lone British miltary guy in the parade, sweating his ass off in the Nevada sun in a heavy wool uniform, poor guy.
The period dress folks.
My buddies the Clampers.
But this is America! Where's the muscle cars, dammit?!
'Therapy'. The bullet holes in the door were real.
Then just for comic relief, a flivver.
This dog was having a GREAT TIME. He was convinced that the only reason all these people had gathered was that so he could bark at each and every one.
He was a total boss and got a huge cheer from the crowd.
And this was just a gorgeous, gorgeous thing.
The high school band.
This lady had clearly piled all of her family and their offspring into her car and asked, 'Who wants to be in the parade with grandma?' I salute a fellow convertible land barge owner who fearlessly stuffs the thing with whatever in the supreme knowledge that it will ALL fit.
This horse entertained himself by doing his damndest to eat the shirt of the lady driving the cart. He was nearly succesful, too.
After the parade we dinked around town for a bit and had an awesome BBQ lunch at the Firehouse BBQ & Creamery...and of course ice cream after. By then it was time to catch the tram back to the train for the ride back down the hill.
Along the way we got a look at one of the tunnels that had collapsed back in the day--the conductor said that guys were working on it, went to lunch...and when they came back it looked like this. It was deemed too unsafe and expensive to dig out again, so they left it and did without that particular tunnel.
Also along the way were wild horses roaming around in the Gold Hill cemetery.
Then it was goodbye to the train and time to go home.