Category Archives: History

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History Rolling Down the Tracks

In my lifetime, I have seen a lot of technology. From desktop computers, to laptops, to I- Phones, to Smart Watches, to nuclear power, to electric vehicles, to new lunar video by a manned spacecraft. This, and so much more have been transitioning our way of life into more efficiency, more comfort, and more reliability. But sometimes you get a glimpse back in time and see something that was truly avant garde for the period and a mechanical wonder built in 1941 and still rolling. The Union Pacific Railroad’s “Big Boy” is the largest steam powered train in existence today and I got to see if live and up close this past weekend.

Built to transport heavy freight in the mountains at the beginning of WWII, the Big Boy weighed in at 1.2 million operating pounds and roughly 133 feet long. Originally designed as a steam locomotive, running on coal, it now has been transitioned to number 5 fuel oil, but still the largest steam powered engine in the world. At one time is held between 28 and 32 tons of coal, with a water capacity of 25,000 gallons.

Photo by Mark “the Shark” Sauers
Photo by Mark “Shark” Sauers

I really made an effort to go down to Leetsdale, Pa to see the Big Boy rolling through on it’s way back out west to where the tour began in California. The trans- continental run was celebrating the 250th anniversary of the founding of our country, and it was a welcome sight with a little bit of effort on my part after a mountain bike ride up at Laurel Mountain, and various and sundry subsequent errands on a Saturday afternoon. I was sure happy to see this piece of mechanical history rolling through, not far from my home.

I have always been fascinated by steam powered locomotives like when I took a ride on the Shay locomotives in Cass, West Virginia. The Shay #4 was built in 1922 and the Shay #6 was built in 1945 and were primarily used to haul logs for the operations of the West Virginia Paper Company. Like the Big Boy, Shay #6 is heavy, weighing in at 162 tons and similarly used to haul heavy payloads in the mountains. The cool thing about the Shay trains is that you can ride them in an open -air passenger car. My group would load our mountain bikes on the train and sit in the open -air car and experience the power of the Shay engine up the mountain to the top of Bald Knob. From there we would exit the train and ride the 25 mile MTB route back to Cass and eventually the Elk River Touring Center where we were staying in Slaty Fork, West Virginia. We had many rides on that train as part of the Elk River’s West Virginia Fat Tire Festival. Oftentimes on the descent, there was a lot of rain, and the comfort of the covered passenger car was soon replaced by the roaring Elk and Greenbrier Rivers at crossings that were manned by the Snowshoe Ski Patrol to make sure we could get safely across. I remember those days when the ski patrol had ropes stretched across the river crossings and we had to carry out bikes on our shoulders and grab the rope at the same time in order not to be swept downstream. The West Virginia Fat Tire Festival was always eventful and for me, the highlight, even ahead of the riding, was the ride on the Shay locomotive powered train in Cass.

The Shay locomotive in Cass, West Virginia.

Getting back to the Big Boy viewing for a moment, perhaps one of the most memorable things, aside from the raw power and noise of the engine, was the huge crowd that had gathered to witness the passage. I had heard that all along the route, from coast to coast, people would line the tracks, carrying US flags, and having and unbridled enthusiasm for the celebration. The crew on the train commented that everywhere they had traveled on the tracks all over the country, people were so enthusiastic about the event of Big Boy coming through their town. As I looked at our crowd, I saw Americans. I didn’t see political or philosophical differences, but we were all happy to be Americans cheering on a machine that represented all that was good about America. As the 250th has come and gone, it was refreshing to see everybody with the same happiness and enthusiasm for the Big Boy and it’s crew. There was something in that moment that made me think that with all the division in this country, we still have a lot of similarities in that we recognize America as our home and something to be proud of. The smiles on the faces of the children, the adults, and the crew of Big Boy told me that all was somehow good with the world. I felt part of a big event that was larger than the differences that we all have. Saturday, we all transcended that and we all became one as we waited for the whistle signaling the arrival of the Big Boy.

My group at one of the Fat Tire Festivals.

For all of you mountain bike riders out there, take a trip to Cass, take in the history videos there and then board your bike and ride the Shay locomotive to the top of Bald Knob. And if you are not a hiker or a mountain bike rider, go anyways. Experience the history of the country’s steam powered locomotives and enjoy history on the tracks in the mountains. Thanks for reading.

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” How good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity. Psalm 133:1

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The Headless Rider

You know, sometimes you have to come up with some ingenious ideas to get over on a chronic problem or use creativity in being proactive. Some work and some do not. Take the time I went to Tuckerman Ravine to climb and ski and thought that it would be a good idea to pre -pack peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and carry them in my backpack. At the end of the week of skiing and climbing and sleeping in the shelter up against my backpack, the prepacked bag of sandwiches from Pittsburgh ended up as a wad of peanut butter and jelly doughball in New Hampshire that was kind of disgusting at week’s end. Not a good idea.

Recently, however, I came up with a good one. The gnats in the woods this year have been particularly bothersome on mountain bike rides. As you start to perspire, those little buggers start to swarm your head supposedly looking for the moist, exhale of carbon dioxide. Riding up hills and grinding away, I found myself constantly swatting away gnats from my face and ears which really started to put a damper on what is usually an enjoyable experience riding my mountain bike. I found that anything over 7 MPH would help the situation, but climbing was usually below that speed. I tried every spray known to man and nothing really worked. Then it hit me……….a mosquito net. I ordered two from Amazon and they came the next day and problem solved. It worked great on the rides but there is one problem. Well, not really a problem, but a situation of perception.

I noticed that the net is rather dark and from far away, people have remarked that it looked like I had no head because it was so dark. Dogs started to bark at me in fright or not knowing quite what I was, coming up on them in the twilight. People think it is a good idea and make their remarks, but they also say I am rather scary looking coming up on them at a higher speed. I come breezing by with my bell warning them of my approach. It occurred to me after several comments that I was really like the Headless Horsemen in the famous Washington Irving short story ” The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”. For the uninitiated, this tale written in 1820, is about a Hessian trooper during the Revolutionary War, that supposedly was decapitated by a cannon ball. The legend goes that at midnight, the horseman supposedly came to life in the graveyard and rode around the countryside looking for his severed head, terrorizing all who saw him. There is also a love story involved, but you can read that if you like. I always liked this short story and also liked Washington Irving, as he also wrote Rip van Winkle. But suffice to say, at dusk, riding my mountain bike, with the mosquito net, I can be quite daunting coming up from behind on some poor unsuspecting hiker or runner.

As good as the mosquito net works, the visual of no head tends to scare people and dogs. Especially when it starts to turn dark. I kind of laugh to myself when I come flying by and say nothing. The Ichabod Cranes of the world, on the trails, are quite intimidated by the approach of the Headless Rider of North Park and you never know, a new legend may emerge their as my rides continue.

I don’t have problems with gnats now, and this was probably one of the best innovations that I have come up with. But with my usual dark riding clothes, the dark net, and the silent passing with the bell, it could be a lot of fun around Halloween. But hopefully the gnats won’t be a problem anymore at that time. Think creatively and come up with something better than pre-packed peanut butter and jelly. There are lots of instances where your creativity could save the day. Thanks for reading and laughing.

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“A Common Field One Day, A Field of Honor Forever”

The Tower of Voices

One of the first things you notice as you drive into the entrance of the Flight 93 National Memorial is a large tower on the left called the Tower of Voices. As Janet and I parked the car and got out to inspect the monument, we learned that there are 40 wind chimes in the tower representing the 40 passengers and crew that were lost on that fateful day of September 11, 2001. The chimes only ring with a 15 mile an hour wind and when we visited this weekend, it was sunny and beautiful with virtually no wind or breeze. So, we could not hear the chimes. But the silence was a way for us to begin our tour of very sacred ground near Shanksville, Pa.

We don’t have many National Parks near us and even though Janet and I have visited many of them, to have one so close to home is a real blessing. This one has a special feel and was developed in 2002. The Memorial Plaza and the Wall of Names opened to the public on September 11, 2011. The Visitor Center complex was completed 4 years later, and the Tower of Voices completed the memorial design on September 20,2020.

The Wall of Names

As with a lot of the National Parks, the scenery is spectacular, and the layout of this particular memorial park is so well done. You can walk along the Memorial Plaza following the boundary of the crash site to see the Wall of Names which are individually marked sections with each of the passengers and crew’s names. Seeing this from a distance, it looks like a single wall. The park rangers told us that was by design to show the unified action of the passengers and crew that day. A 17 ton sandstone boulder shows the visitor the exact site of the crash. The debris field is still the final resting place for the crew and passengers that day. The impact was so great that there was hardly anything left, save for some surviving items and pieces of the plane that were recovered in the weeks that followed the crash.

The Impact Site

As we walked along the path, I remarked that it is amazing to see how much open land is in the park and how providential it was for the flight to go down and not kill any residents of the area. But the real somber moments are when you walk into the Visitor’s Center and see the films playing the events of that fateful day- the two buildings in New York, the Pentagon and the open field in Shanksville, Pa. The final actions and the bravery of those passengers and crew most likely saved the Capitol building in Washington, DC which was 20 minutes flying time away and the intentional target of the terrorists. Walking through the center, you can see the video presentations, and hear the conversations from the flight deck. You see the crew and passengers and take in the enormous bravery it took for them to overtake the hijackers and crash the plane instead of having it be the intended weapon bound for our nation’s capital.

Time has a way of numbing or even erasing the horrific events of that day. It has been 22 years and sometimes we tend to get complacent or even forget those fiery moments when our country was attacked. As you exit the Visitor’s Center and make your way along the path, the silence of those walking, together with Janet and I not talking much, indicated the reverence for that place. When the events are brought back into your eyesight and you remember that day, it is a feeling that you will never forget once you are reminded again with a visit to the Flight 93 Memorial. Busloads of kids started to show up as we were exiting and talking with the park rangers, they say this is a common occurrence. This is history and we thought it was so great that the young people today not only are educated on those events, but have the opportunity to visit a beautiful park dedicated to extraordinary bravery. Jan and I both remarked how hopeless and frightening it must have been for that crew and passengers to be herded into the back of the plane knowing without a doubt this would be their final minutes on this earth. But the heroism of several of the passengers, not wanting the hijacking to be successful, was unthinkable. When you see their faces and know what they did to save others, you get a sense of what it takes to be a true hero. Those passengers that day were all true heroes and the individual panels dedicated to each of them on the Wall of Names, is a fitting tribute that will stand the test of time.

As Jan and I exited the park, the mood in the Jeep was definitely somber. A visit to the park will not only be visually stimulating,, but when you see all the events brought back to you with the videos and displays at the Visitor’s Center, you will once again remember the horrible set of events that took place that day- 22 years ago. It seems like yesterday.

Congress designated the crash site as a national memorial in 2002. Paul Murdoch Architects and Nelson Byrd Woltz Landscape Architects won the international design competition in 2005. The memorial has been created through a public private partnership including the Families of Flight 93, Friends of Flight 93, National Park Foundation, and the National Park Service. To learn more about how you can support the memorial visit http://www.flight93friends.org

We love the National Parks. This is one that everyone in the country should visit in their lifetime. Never forget, be vigilant, and thanks for reading.

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The Wall of Names.
Memorial Beam shown on anniversary of 9/11- Courtesy of Tim Chappell. From his deck.