It’s taken me way too long to sort through and scan the photos from two weekends ago. The weather in central Washington was amazing, and we had a few new spots to check out, including a ghost town. I was pretty excited about this.
This is not the ghost town, but the railroad cut that once held the line that went to the ghost town of Alstown. I stumbled across it when I was looking for the town itself. The maps we had were vague and I just wanted to see what was over the next ridge. Lo! I found an old railroad cut.
It always amazes me how much work we’ll put into things that last only a relatively short amount of time. Few things exemplify that notion more than railroads. While they certainly still exist, they’re a shadow of their former selves. And all through central Washington, you’ll find old grades that used to service farm towns, so the farmers that thought it would be a good idea to grow plants in the desert could get their produce to market.
Most of those farmers are as long gone as the rails that once served them. Just like how you’ll see old homesteads, broken down and decaying, you’ll also see the remnants of the railroads. It’s all kinds of sad and fascinating.
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