SUMMER 1999 AMTRAK TRAVELOGUE

PART III OF V

NRHS CONVENTION AND RAILFAIR '99

 

by Carol Larsen

   ka9hfa@arrl.net

 

This segment of the travelogue is not a revue of either the NRHS Convention or Railfair '99, but a chronicle of my experiences and impressions during the week in Sacramento.

 

When I made my convention reservations, I wanted a hotel room in the convention headquarters hotel, the Holiday Inn Capitol Plaza.  That would be most convenient both for convention activities and Railfair.  The convention was also using six other hotels due to the number of

people involved.  In the section of the hotel reservation form for checking "smoking" or "non-smoking," I debated which to check.  I don't smoke, but it didn't matter to me which type of room I had.  If I checked "non-smoking" and none of those were available, I would be assigned to a hotel of my 2nd to 7th choice.  I decided to check both boxes and write "1st choice" over "non-smoking" and "2nd choice" over "smoking."  I was to discover that my idea about the smoking/non-smoking issue worked, as evidenced by ashtrays in my room.

 

For the convention activity reservations, this year the convention had a web site.  I could check the availability status of the rail excursions and their seating accommodations before making my selections.  On most days there was more than one excursion to choose from, all of interest to me.  In 1997 I registered for everything offered, which made a very hectic week and almost no free time for anything.  Since commitments with friends at home this year prevented

me from arriving for the first two days of Railfair before the convention began, I needed to skip some convention activities to allow enough time for all that Railfair had to offer.  I debated about the two-day Mount Shasta excursion on Monday and Tuesday.  Deciding to skip

it in favor of more time at Railfair, I discovered it was sold out anyway.  I also skipped Tuesday's "Franklin Canyon Special," although it still had space available.  I chose convention excursions on Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, with Friday morning allocated to a

Railroadiana Show.  The excursion through the Feather River Canyon on Saturday wasn't sold out when I FAXed my reservation form, but it was when they processed the reservations.  However, I was able to substitute one of the two other excursions that day.

 

SATURDAY, JUNE 19, 1999

 

As I boarded the elevator after checking in at the front desk of the Holiday Inn, I discovered that my 16th floor room was on the top floor of the hotel.  Stepping out of the elevator on that floor, I found banquet and meeting rooms with a separate door for privacy leading to

several guest suites and rooms.  When I opened the door to room 1625, I was in for a pleasant surprise.  Looking straight out my windows across the low level Denny's Restaurant and Vagabond Inn in the next block north, I had a perfect view of the west end of the Amtrak station and

platform where I could see Amtrak trains and freights while listening to them on my radio.  It would be entertaining just to be in my room, in addition to my real reasons for being in Sacramento.  Since I'm more a rail travel enthusiast than a true railfan, I was obviously more

interested in Amtrak than the freights.  However, since there are no trains to see or hear where I live, this was a special treat.  The freight train horns blowing in the night would remind me of my early childhood on Chicago's north side where I first became interested in

trains.  Looking to the left, I saw the California State Railroad Museum and over the top of the buildings in Old Sacramento to the Railfair grounds.  Steam and smoke from the locomotives and whistle toots filled the air.

 

I hurried to unpack my luggage, freshen up, change into cooler clothes, and begin exploring.  I like to travel light as much as possible, but during the week I would be glad I thought to bring as many pairs of shorts, tank tops, and sandals as I did.  I'm not into doing laundry

while on vacation.  Although I was in my room by 5:45, it was 7:00 PM when I was ready to go, being distracted by the view and radio communications.  Since Railfair closed each day at 8:00 PM and I didn't know how long it would take to walk over there, I decided to save that until morning and seek out dinner in the adjacent Downtown Plaza Mall.  I was rather hungry by that time, after being accustomed to the meal schedule on Amtrak.

 

The information book in my room indicated that I should leave the hotel by the K Street entrance to reach either the mall or Old Sacramento.  On my way through the lobby, I stopped to check the menu for the hotel restaurant.  Not wanting as large a meal as on Amtrak, I turned to

leave just as Charlie, one of my dinner partners on the Zephyr, came along.  He had walked over from his hotel, the Delta King, to dine at the Holiday Inn.

 

Leaving the K Street entrance, I found myself in a parklike area.  If I turned to the left, I could walk right into the semi-enclosed mall.  Turning to the right would take me under an arch labeled "To Old Sacramento" and through a passageway beneath the highway.  It was all I could do to turn to the mall where I had dinner and browsed in the Great Train Store.  The stores in the mall remained open until 9:00 PM, closing slightly earlier on Sundays, making the perfect option for some dinners.  When I travel, I find it odd that shops and malls in tourist areas often close early, losing business from potential customers who check into motels around dinner time.

 

SUNDAY, JUNE 20, 1999

 

On Sunday morning, I awoke full of enthusiasm and eager to be at Railfair.  While listening to NOAA weather on my radio, I learned that temperatures in the mid-90's would be the norm in Sacramento for the next several days.  Taking that into consideration, I established a pattern for enjoying Railfair while surviving the heat.  Anxious for an early start, I didn't stop for breakfast, but munched a breakfast bar on my way.  I hurried out the K Street entrance, under the arch, and into the passageway leading to Old Sacramento.  The passageway wasn't the barren tunnel I expected.  The walls are decorated with colorful tile pictures and designs, with music piped into the area.  It was five years since my brief previous visit to Old Sacramento, so I didn't remember much about the layout.  At the other end of the passageway I found myself on the east side of Old Sacramento, one block from the Railfair gate.

 

At the gate, there was a long line at the ticket booth, but I entered quickly in a separate line for those of us with multi-day pass buttons.  One of the many workers in purple polo shirts was handing out schedules for the day's activities, with shows listed in theatre areas at various times.  Those and the museum would be good options for avoiding the heat of mid-day.  The Locomotion Review was held several times during the day at an open grandstand.  I chose to attend the 6:00 PM show since it would be cooler when the sun had dropped behind the grandstand.

 

Before I left home, Steve Grande had a message on the TrainWeb listserve that readers should check in at the TrainWeb booth in the museum building when they arrived at Railfair.  In that way, a TrainWeb get-together might be arranged for meeting other TrainWeb readers at Railfair.  That was my first order of business.  It was difficult to pass all the locomotives and booths without stopping on the way to the museum, but it provided an overview of some attractions.  There was so much to see and do that I was especially glad to have set aside five days there.  Ray Burns and Frank Runyon were at the TrainWeb booth.  Ray gave me an "Ask Me About www.TrainWeb.com" tag to wear for TrainWeb readers to identify each other at RailFair.  Steve would be there later in the day, so I planned to return then.  I spent the rest of the morning exploring the entire Railfair grounds, deciding where I would later spend more time.

 

The convention registration room opened at noon, so by mid-afternoon I returned to the hotel to clean the RailFair dust from my feet and pick up my convention materials.  Avoiding the  remaining afternoon heat, I went over to the Downtown Plaza for an early dinner.

 

Around 5:30, I returned to RailFair to find a good seat in the grandstand for the 6:00 PM Locomotion Revue.  Each day, two locomotives were featured to parade on the tracks at the grandstand while a commentator and crew members described the history of each unit and

details about any restoration.  Sitting in the shade of the grandstand, the heat wasn't as noticeable, so I planned to attend the 6:00 PM revue each day when I wasn't on a convention excursion.

 

When the revue ended, I returned to the TrainWeb booth where I met Steve Grande in person for the first time.  He demonstrated his web cams and handed me his cell phone to call one of my friends back home.  My friend accessed TrainWeb and saw me at the booth.  The next day,

another of my friends saw me visiting the booth.  So far I hadn't seen or been seen by anyone else wearing a TrainWeb tag, but I planned to stop at the booth each day to see if anyone else had indicated interest in a TrainWeb get-together.

 

Walking around the Railfair grounds was more pleasant now with much less heat and the weekend crowd dissipating.  I was surprised that among all those people I hadn't seen anyone I met on the Zephyr.  About that time, who should come along but Charlie.  His hotel, the Riverboat

Delta King, was actually in the Railfair grounds.  We discussed how we had chosen the hotels where we were staying.  Charlie had chosen the Holiday Inn first and the Delta King second, as I had.  He made his reservations a few days earlier than I did, but I was assigned to my

first choice and he to his second choice.  Again it seemed that my tactic had worked by indicating that it didn't matter whether I had a smoking or non-smoking room.  Charlie didn't care, either, but had checked that he wanted a non-smoking room.  Next, we compared notes on

what we had each done at Railfair that day and went to see a couple of vintage railcars that Charlie thought were particularly interesting.  He would be gone for the next two days on the Mount Shasta convention excursion while I had two more days at RailFair before my first

excursion.

 

MONDAY, JUNE 21, 1999

 

Coming from the passageway into Old Sacramento that morning, I stopped to investigate some shops on my way to Railfair.  A shopkeeper was the first person to look at the TrainWeb tag I was wearing and "Ask Me About www.TrainWeb.com."  There would be only one other person, on the

last day of Railfair, to respond to the tag.  Upon entering the Railfair gate, I began the pattern I established the day before by getting a daily event schedule.  I further investigated the exhibits, rolling stock, demonstrations, commercial booths, and the museum which is one of the finest railroad museums in the country.  The different vintage locomotives on the turntable at the museum roundhouse and the progress of the team building a railcar became two of my favorite attractions.

 

I spent some time viewing a few of the performances listed on the schedule.  Particularly interesting was seeing "Teddy Roosevelt" addressing the fairgoers from the end car of his special train.  The actor portraying Roosevelt looked so much like him, I felt as though Teddy was really there.  Then a brass band played, the musicians all dressed in railroad worker coveralls.  I also watched part of the "Railroad Dance Revue" by a local music-theatre group called "Galena Street East."  The revue was a compilation of railroad history related in songs and dances from various eras depicting trains, rail travel, and the many nationalities who contributed to the railroad industry.  I found that instead of remaining in the entertainment tent for the duration of the longer performances, it would be better to divide my viewing between the numerous times they were shown and the days I would be there.  By the end of the week, I had seen all the shows in their entirety and some favorite parts more than once.  Some of my favorite parts in the "Railroad Dance Revue" were the segments of Irish dancing similar to "Riverdance."  I'm partly of Irish descent and did some Irish dancing when I lived in Chicago.  Another favorite was a performance by a girl about eleven years old.  She was dressed in a pretty pink turn-of-the-century (1900) era dress, complete with parasol, and performed

"All Aboard for Alabam'" with a conductor and a station agent.  I ended the day again at the Locomotion Revue.

 

TUESDAY, JUNE 22, 1999

 

I began my third day at Railfair by stopping for breakfast at a restaurant in Old Sacramento.  Later in the day, I bought a box of nectarines at one of the produce stands on the Railfair grounds.  I couldn't resist the beautiful California produce on display, although most of it wouldn't keep in my room very long.  The nectarines kept well the rest of the week and provided breakfasts, meal supplements, and snacks.

 

While avoiding the heat, I saw two more musical shows at various intervals.  One was a Big Band Swing revue, featuring the John Skinner Band, singers, and swing dancers in 1930's and 40's costumes.  The other show was by a group called "The Rose Tattoo."  One of their numbers was a poem about an engineer who saw a little girl waving to him every time his train passed her back yard.  It reminded me of my childhood experiences.  On our way to a neighborhood park, I always

waved to the engineers when my mother and I paused at the railroad viaduct to view trains.  I would have liked to hear that poem performed again, but the group wasn't included in the daily entertainment on either of my remaining two days at Railfair.

 

Making my daily stop at the TrainWeb booth, I found that the TrainWeb readers or listserve participants who had been there were apparently too busy with Railfair and whoever they were with to be interested in a TrainWeb get-together.  As I ended the day again with the Locomotion

Revue, I knew I would miss being at Railfair the next two days, although I was eager for the convention excursions.

 

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 23, 1999

 

There were three convention excursions that day, all of interest to me.  The two I had to skip were a day riding and viewing historic diesels, streetcars, and interurbans at the Western Railway Museum at Rio Vista Junction and a night photo-shoot at the same museum.  The timing of the excursions didn't pose a conflict between the night photo shoot and the other two, but I didn't trust our returning at the scheduled time.  As it turned out, I was right.

 

Walking over to the Amtrak station that morning to board the vintage UP consist for the "City of Tehama" excursion, I mentally back-tracked the route my fellow travelers and I had taken when arriving at the Holiday Inn on Saturday.  I felt there would be a shorter route for someone not wheeling a suitcase, but needed to give that further thought.  I also recalled reading at TrainWeb about a hole in the fence surrounding the parking lot at the Amtrak station that would provide a short-cut to the hotels.  After returning home from the trip, I checked that reference on TrainWeb and also read of a shortcut through the east end of Old Sacramento that I could have taken.

 

Although I missed being at Railfair, I felt it was a good day to be in an air-conditioned train since I had heard that Sacramento temperatures were expected to rise above 100 degrees that day.  The meticulously maintained vintage UP rail cars, named for famous trains of the past,

were the same ones I had ridden on a 1997 convention excursion in Salt Lake City.  The eighteen-car train would again be pulled by UP 844, a 4-8-4 steam locomotive.  The excursion included a round trip through the Sacramento Valley on Southern Pacific trackage to Tehama, the usual photo run-by, and a box lunch.

 

While mingling with the NRHS and R&LHS members on the platform, I took photos around the station building and looked for people I might have met at the 1997 convention.  A number of people were carrying signs about wanting tickets for this sold-out event.  The train arrived late into the station and finally departed at 9:10 AM instead of 8:15.  My ticket was for car number 5, named "Texas Eagle," where George Swain, a Central Coast Chapter member, became my seat partner.  After the late departure, one thing or another added to our train running later all day.

 

When it was time for the photo run-by, I decided to skip it.  Listening to my radio on the train's operating channel and to NOAA weather, I learned that the temperature in our area was 102 degrees.  Everyone on the train doesn't participate in a photo run-by, but normally I would

have been off the train, climbing through the underbrush with the rest of the photographers.  As a Northerner, I'm not a hot weather person and 102 degrees was too much!  As I sat looking out the window of the air-conditioned car at the people scrambling up the parched embankment

in the mid-day heat, I couldn't help feeling smug.  However, when the run-by was over and the participants returned to the train, they brought some of that heat with them.  As the afternoon wore on, the air-conditioning could no longer completely combat the outside temperatures or the 98 degrees radiating from the passengers.

 

Instead of returning to Sacramento at 5:00 PM as scheduled, we didn't arrive until after 9:00 PM.  Returning to the hotel, I followed some others down the street instead of looking in the dark for the hole-in-the-fence short-cut.  If we had returned on time, I might have stepped

over to Railfair for the Locomotion Revue.  I wasn't too disappointed since all the extra time on the excursion was that "bonus time on the train" I'm always referring to.  Other passengers missed either the night photo shoot at the Western Railway Museum or the informal reception hosted by the NRHS and R&LHS officers on the Delta King.  However, we were all doing something we like to do--ride a train.

 

THURSDAY, JUNE 24, 1999

 

The next morning I was back at the Amtrak station by 7:50 AM.  This time I had noticed some people cutting through the grounds at the Chinese center across the street from the Holiday Inn.  I followed them over to the middle of the block with the Amtrak parking lot and the

hole in the fence.

 

The convention excursion of the day was called "The West Coast."  We would board a special train of mixed Amtrak and Cal-Train cars pulled by an Amtrak F40-PH.  The route was down the San Joaquin Valley through the hills to Altamont Pass, through Niles Canyon, and on into the

station at Oakland's Jack London Square.  While waiting for our train, I photographed the arrival of Coast Starlight #11 and visited with Charlie.  I hadn't seen him the day before on the "City of Tehama" trip, as he was assigned to different cars than I was on both days.

 

This time our train left only fifteen minutes late, so we didn't lose too much time before arriving in Oakland.  During the ride, I discovered someone I had met in 1996 while returning home from the Izaak Walton Inn on the Empire Builder.  It was John Cowan, a Canadian Pacific conductor, who had his sons with him again.  What a small world!  I particularly remembered him because he had a selection of rail tack pins for sale.  He remembered me from the conversation we had with another passenger about rail frequency monitoring.  We had been standing in the lower vestibule of our sleeper car during an extended stop in St. Paul, MN.

 

There were several options available upon our arrival in Oakland.  We could either stay at the Square until our 6:00 PM departure for Sacramento, take a round-trip ferry ride across the bay to San Francisco, take the ferry across but return on the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit), ride the BART both ways, or take the BART over to San Francisco and ride the ferry back.

 

Since the next ferry going across would require an immediate return ferry ride to meet our train departure time, I decided to follow the small group setting out on the more varied choice of riding the BART across and returning on the ferry.  None of us were familiar with the

route, but found the #72 city bus took us to the closest BART station.  The first thing that happened to our group was that some of us were separated going through the turnstiles in the BART station.  Then, some left by different stairways when we arrived at the Embarcadero station in San Francisco where we were supposed to board another city bus to take us to the ferry dock by Fisherman's Wharf.

 

Coming up the stairs from the BART station, I discovered I was the only one there from the original group.  Being slightly familiar with the area from previous stays in San Francisco, I wasn't worried and crossed the street to a bus stop sign.  There I found one man from the original group coming up the stairs on that side of the street.  We didn't see a bus listed on the sign that would go to the Wharf, so decided to walk over to the Embarcadero to find a bus there.  Apparently the city buses don't stop anywhere along the Embarcadero.  We walked all the way from Pier 1 to Pier 41 without seeing a bus stop, although several buses were going that direction.  This wasn't really as long a walk as it sounds.  I understand the piers on that side of the Bay Bridge have only odd numbers, with the even numbers going in the opposite direction from the bridge.

 

I really enjoyed the walk as I do like walking and was in good practice from walking around Railfair for three days.  It felt good to be in the cooler San Francisco climate, which made me glad I knew enough to bring a jacket.  When we reached Pier 41 and the Blue and Gold Ferry Lines dock, my walking partner decided to go eat before the ferry ride back.  I chose to wander around the area, absorbing the "atmosphere" and enjoying the outdoor concert by a great steel drum band.

 

About that time, the ferry from Oakland docked and who should arrive but Charlie.  Upon arriving in Oakland, he had chosen to eat first and then do the round-trip ferry ride.  As the line began to form for the trip to Oakland, I discovered most of the original BART group who had succeeded in arriving there by various means.  Charlie and I rode the ferry together and then watched trains at the station in Oakland until 6:00 PM, the return time of our train, again in our respective cars.  My face felt a little warm and I was surprised that during the short ferry ride I could get some sunburn when I hadn't in three days at Railfair.

 

Our train arrived in Sacramento at 7:50 PM.  Since it was still daylight, I could photograph the south side of the station building when it wasn't in the shade and climb through the hole in the fence, taking the short-cut back to the hotel.

 

FRIDAY, JUNE 25, 1999

 

This was another day with several convention activities offered.  Since I wanted to attend the two-day Railroadiana Show, I would have to go on Friday, as I would be on an excursion all day Saturday.  I couldn't register for the Friday excursion, "Last Train to Clarksburg," nor could I attend any of the seminars.

 

I had breakfast at the counter at Denny's while waiting for the starting time of the Railroadiana Show.  Apparently Denny's was the restaurant of choice for people heading to Railfair, as evidenced by my need to choose the counter in order to eat soon.  The counter became a more interesting location than having my own table or booth, as I soon was engaged in conversation with two Railfair locomotive crew members sitting next to me.  It was then that I first heard how UP 844, which led the "City of Tehama" convention excursion on Wednesday, had an accident while parked at Railfair on Thursday.  The boiler tubes all failed, causing steam to shoot into the cab and high into the air.  Fortunately, no visitors were injured and one crewman was only slightly hurt.  It seemed that I might have been on the last run of the 844 for the foreseeable future.

 

Returning to the hotel, I found the Railroadiana Show located in a large banquet room on the first floor.  The show reminded me of some mid-size indoor Hamfests I attend with my fellow Ham Radio friends.  There were all types of railroad memorabilia including timetables, china and other dining utensils, buttons, jewelry, and insignias.  When I see railroad memorabilia at a show or antique shop, I always look for some relatively inexpensive item with a connection to my early train experiences.  That would have to be a C&NW item, as it was their tracks we lived near in Chicago when I was a young child.  We also rode their "Flambeau 400" and "Peninsula 400" trains each summer when vacationing in Wisconsin.  I saw a couple of silver-plated C&NW cream pitchers, but since we never ate in the diner on those trains, the pitchers wouldn't

be the ideal souvenir.

 

The only item that somewhat tempted me was a C&NW timetable like those I saved each year from my vacation.  Stupidly, when I moved into my own apartment, I decided that all my old childhood souvenirs weren't needed in my new adult life.  That's probably a familiar scenario!  I didn't

buy the timetable; it wouldn't be the same as having one that was from my vacation and that I had played with while pretending to ride all the C&NW routes that were still in existence then.

 

By noon I was ready to return to Railfair.  As I emerged from the passageway into Old Sacramento, I was just in time to see a wagon train arriving, part of the California statehood celebration.  In addition to covered wagons, there were buggies, and adults and children riding

horses.  The participants were costumed in period attire, further adding to the feeling in Old Sacramento of having stepped back in time.

 

This was the first day all week when daytime temperatures were at a more comfortable level.  I could wander the grounds without seeking periodic relief in the museum, the shade of trees, or an entertainment tent.  I somehow managed to look official again, although I wasn't wearing a purple polo shirt, which all the workers were wearing.  Could it have been my TrainWeb tag?  I thought I looked like all the other tourists in shorts, tank tops, and carrying cameras.  However, a lady with a child approached me and asked if there were train rides leaving from the station on the Railfair grounds.  I knew there were dinner train and other rides normally scheduled from the museum area, but since I had a full agenda of convention excursions, I hadn't pursued additional information.  My indefinite answer didn't satisfy her, as she made some comment about how officials should know these things.  When I explained that I was just another visitor, not an official, she adopted that attitude of someone who doesn't want to admit they made a mistake.

 

Late in the afternoon, I returned to the hotel briefly to freshen up before dinner.  Dinner that night was a wonderful chef's salad at the "Silver Palace" dining room in the railroad station building at Railfair.  I finished the day in my established pattern with the

Locomotion Revue, followed by looking in on a couple of the shows.  I would have only one more day at Railfair, the closing day on Sunday.

 

The joint NRHS and R&LHS Annual Banquet was held that night, but I hadn't registered for it.  Having registered for everything possible at the 1997 convention, I had attended the banquet then.  It was a fairly dressy event, but I had attended some dressy events in Chicago before

continuing on to the convention.  I was joining a motor coach tour after that, so was already hauling a lot of clothes around the country.  I enjoyed the banquet--food, companionship, and entertaining speaker.  However, this year I decided to pass it up because, of all reasons, I

wouldn't have to pack a dressy outfit and accessories to make my suitcase that much heavier and stuffed!  That was a pretty silly reason, but since I prefer to travel light, it made sense to me back in February when I filled out the registration forms.  I can enjoy dressing up except on vacation, which is one reason why I will probably never take a cruise.  It was too bad that I skipped the banquet this year.  I would have already known someone to sit with, as Charlie was going to be there.  When I saw him the next day, he told me the speaker was really good.  I'll have to consider signing up for the banquet again if I attend the 2001 convention in St. Louis as I plan to.

 

SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 1999

 

This was the day I had chosen the San Francisco Trolley excursion over

 

the "Yolo Shortline Photographers' Special" excursion when the steam trip through the Feather River Canyon to the Keddie Wye was sold out.  The scheduled departure time from the Amtrak station for my tour was

8:45 AM, but I wanted to photograph the earlier departure of the steam excursion.  This was to be on the vintage UP consist pulled by the 4-6-6-4 UP Challenger 3985.  I took the short-cut across the Chinese center grounds, through the hole in the fence, and arrived for the scheduled

7:45 AM departure.  There was no sign of the steam excursion train yet, but again a number of people interested in taking the sold-out trip were walking around carrying signs for "tickets wanted."  I wondered how many of those people ever located tickets in that manner.

 

When the vintage consist finally backed into the station, I began walking the length of the platform, taking photos.  I saw John Cowan who had just learned that the Challenger would not be pulling the train.  Since the Challenger had boiler tubes from the same stock as the failed ones in the 844, it was decided to substitute diesel power for the excursion instead of taking a chance on another tube failure.  This, of course, was a major disappointment for all the steam fans.  Also waiting to board the UP consist was Charlie.  I had to say good-bye to him then, as he would be leaving early Sunday morning on the southbound Coast Starlight, completing his western loop back to New York via Los Angeles.

The group for the San Francisco Historic Trolley Car trip was going to ride one of the regularly scheduled Amtrak Capitols, a first for me.  I had a coupon from Railfair that entitled me to a free Capitols thermal cup by mailing in a Capitols ticket stub.  Since we were a tour group, we didn't have Capitols tickets.  I went to the cafe car in the hopes of finding some Capitols souvenirs, but there was nothing except food.

 

It was a fairly quick trip to Richmond, where we transferred to the BART for a ride to the Van Ness station.  I felt somewhat experienced on the BART by now, having traveled on part of that route on Thursday.  Arriving in San Francisco, we walked a few blocks to meet the three

retired vintage San Francisco trolley cars that would take us on every trolley line in the city during our 3-1/2 hour tour.  These trolley car routes are not to be confused with the famous cable cars that don't employ a trolley for power and operate in a more limited area.

 

Our tour provided the opportunity to view all parts of the city, along with the fun of riding in the old cars.  There were people along the route waiting to board the regular streetcars who thought we were passing them up by mistake.  They even waved their arms, ran out into the street, and pounded on the doors in an attempt to board!  Also included in our tour were three San Francisco Municipal Railway facilities and a box lunch.  I shared a seat and interesting anecdotes the rest of the day with a man from Washington state.  The trolley adventure ended at the Geneva Car House where we boarded BART at the Balboa station, riding one of the new lines out to the end at the West Pittsburg station.  There, charter buses met us for our return to

Sacramento.  It was an interesting and varied day, well compensating for the initial disappointment of a sold-out Feather River Canyon trip. 

 

SUNDAY, JUNE 27, 1999

 

It was with feelings of nostalgia that I met the final day of Railfair '99, determined to take full advantage of every last minute.  As I left the hotel that morning, I was at last approached by another person responding to my "Ask Me About www.TrainWeb.com" tag.  It was Larry Boerio, a friend of Steve Grande's.  Not only did he already know all about TrainWeb, but I couldn't answer the question he did ask me—-where was Steve?  Larry had been at the TrainWeb booth, but Steve was off walking around the Railfair grounds.  This was my last day to browse

around the Railfair grounds, take photos, see a couple of new shows on the entertainment schedule, wander through the museum with which I had become so familiar, and say good-bye to Steve, Ray, and Frank at the TrainWeb booth.  It was also my last chance to meet other TrainWeb

readers and listserve participants, but I never did.  It would have been fun to put faces to names.

 

One person I knew who was also wandering around the grounds was John Cowan.  He told me that the Feather River Canyon excursion hadn't returned until almost midnight.  UP 9326, the GE freight diesel that was pressed into service in place of the Challenger, hit some rocks piled on the tracks by kids, suffering a fuel tank puncture.  It then had to be replaced by two other freight engines that fortunately were in the area.

 

At 6:00 PM, I sat in the grandstand for the final Locomotion Revue, with closing ceremonies at its completion.  These were conducted by an actor portraying Mark Hopkins, Central Pacific co-founder.  He was one of "dignitaries" who was strolling the Railfair grounds all week.  His

comments were followed by a series of horn and whistle toots from the two engines in the Locomotion Revue and others around the grounds. 

 

At 8:00 PM, with a final impressive horn and whistle salute from all the diesel and steam engines, Railfair was over.  Heading for my hotel, I told myself that it really was time to be returning home—-the convention had ended, Railfair had closed, and I was almost out of

clean clothing!

 

Without Railfair, this would have been merely another fun convention week.  Railfair was the frosting on the cake!  It was the experience of a lifetime for me regarding my interest in trains.  It wasn't just seeing all the vintage and historic replica engines and rolling stock;

the new equipment I had heard or read about; the museum; the Locomotion Revue; the demonstrations of the track lining crew, rail car builders, and roundhouse turntable operation; the commercial exhibits; the shows; and all the costumed actors walking throughout the grounds to create further atmosphere.  It was a thrill just being there with all those other people who also like trains for whatever reason.  Railfair, combined with the NRHS/R&LHS convention, made an exciting week that would be difficult to duplicate.

 

 

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