In August 1966 I rode 483's dog house from Cumbres to Los Pinos and thought it was a pretty deluxe accommodation compared to the bulk head flat car and the box cars I had been riding for the last two days. After we were out of sight of the highway, fireman Stanley Smith waved to me to come into the cab. Even better, I thought. An unforgettable afternoon spent with Stanley Smith and engineer Ken Faucette. I may have related before, that we had to stop for 15 minutes just before the Big Horn buzzer to wait for the allowed time Cumbres-Big Horn to elapse before rolling on to Antonito at a brisk pace.