I stopped at Medicine Bow, Wyoming to give George a look at the depot. We were on our way to Omaha and the Union Pacific Historical society convention.  As a certified foamer and photographer, I checked for headlights and was rewarded with a “hot track” – an eastbound. I started shooting with my long lens. A the train approached, I framed a shot at the grade crossing and waited, and waited, and wai – he was stopping short on the main! There is something unusual going on. Another look at the train and I realized it was a local. Was something interesting about to happen? But no one in his (or her) right mind would “set out” cars on those very ratty yard tracks! But that is what happened. The gondola, destined for the scrap pile deep in the yard, was spotted such that “idler” cars would not keep the four units on the main. I noticed the crew on the ground kept their distance during the shove. Another thing happened that made for a difficult time for the crew. The turnout at the main was stuck. To bad I don’t read lips, the conversation must have been colorful indeed.

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