Well, not really.
Our esteemed French colleagues had been posting quite a few shots of train graveyards, including one up North, so I thought I'd give it an eyeball for myself. My exploring partner had gotten his grubby mitts on a universal SNCF key, letting us wander in and out of locomotives at will. Whee!
Unfortunately, as it turns out, we found a few abandoned locomotives and cars, but due to a miscommunication, accidentally bumbled into what turned out to be an in-use rail yard about 500m North of our actual destination. This hit home when one of the engines we'd just been monkeying around in fired up, and started puttering away down the tracks.
Oops.
Nonetheless, some nifty shots, and in between dodging the late-night freight-car-moving-around-staff, we found some cool gear, including an abandoned self-propelled troubleshooting/communication car with an old-fashioned telephone switchboard inside.
On the way out, we saw the actual graveyard, which is an incomprehensibly enormous assemblage of decommissioned locomotives and rolling stock, waiting for the scrapper. Yeah, I'm going back. Choo choo.
More, as always, at kosmograd.net.
EDIT: DATE: LAST THURSDAY.
Our esteemed French colleagues had been posting quite a few shots of train graveyards, including one up North, so I thought I'd give it an eyeball for myself. My exploring partner had gotten his grubby mitts on a universal SNCF key, letting us wander in and out of locomotives at will. Whee!
Unfortunately, as it turns out, we found a few abandoned locomotives and cars, but due to a miscommunication, accidentally bumbled into what turned out to be an in-use rail yard about 500m North of our actual destination. This hit home when one of the engines we'd just been monkeying around in fired up, and started puttering away down the tracks.
Oops.
Nonetheless, some nifty shots, and in between dodging the late-night freight-car-moving-around-staff, we found some cool gear, including an abandoned self-propelled troubleshooting/communication car with an old-fashioned telephone switchboard inside.
On the way out, we saw the actual graveyard, which is an incomprehensibly enormous assemblage of decommissioned locomotives and rolling stock, waiting for the scrapper. Yeah, I'm going back. Choo choo.
More, as always, at kosmograd.net.
EDIT: DATE: LAST THURSDAY.
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