Seconds before this shot was taken I was in the middle of this trestle trying to line up a shot of the collapsed bridge. I was rudely jarred from my focused state by the quite horrifying sound of an air horn emanating from a locomotive bearing down on me. I grabbed my camera and ran. Fast. I was a bit shaken up after jumping off the end of the trestle but with shaking hands, managed to catch the train’s engines as they passed by. It was quite a rush, although I never want to do it again.
As mentioned in a previous post, I also made a grizzly discovery while in this area. Shortly after I began exploring around the trestle, I found five dead cows in the ravine. They were all in various states of decay so it was obvious they had died at different times. I immediately had a bad feeling about the place and warily looked around to be sure I was alone. Weird things go on in middle-of-nowhere places like this and I feared I had stumbled upon one of them. However, the more logical explanation would be that the cows wandered onto the trestle and either fell off or were hit by a train. At least, I hope that’s what happened.