March 7, 2017
Track-speeding - just about to knock
down milepost 98 - butted Eastern Washington Gateway 45’s and
nineteen empties will drop down some 300 feet into cul-de-sac Coulee
City in less than ten miles and thirty mikes at the deft hand of
Engineer Ted Curphey as he skirts his train along the
parallel-straight to the CW right-of-way belying its otherwise
mostly-meandering-blacktop US Highway 2 just west of just waking
Hartline as the day tantalizingly lifts her exquisite
rosetta-négligée to bare her life-giving matrix to man, mammal, and
melanchthon alike. Curphey and his conductor, having worked near 12
hours through the opaque darkness delivering cuts of cars - some
here; more there - imposing their shattering grade-crossing-staccato,
steel-wheel-screeching coupler-slack-clamour, and crisp comms-crackle
on slumbering towns along the way, will spot what’s left of what
was a 60 some-car-train down in Coulee under myriad seed-spouts then
be on their way, comin’ off this long and winding road,
dead-heading home for some much-needed rest in two-hours-time.
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