employee2 Wrote:
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> Yes, those descriptions fit Mike perfectly.
I think he sticks out in my mind more than anyone since we had more contact with him than anyone else. He was always outgoing, and really seemed to be "into" his job 100%. He made us feel like everything was going well, and that everyone was happy to be able to operate and that folks were also enjoying the fruits of their labor and the revived former D&RGW line.
I'll never forget the day we were chasing it out of Antonito on the dirt road, and I was in the passenger side next to the firemans side of the engine, and he leaned out "How fast are we going"? We checked and I think told him 20 mph or thereabouts. We thought this was pretty funny, and were glad to be apart of the crew for an instant. On another day in Chama he got my brother to shovel some cinders or some such!! Ah, the good old days. We camped at Kelly's campground. There were four of us and we had a 66 Ford Galaxie, which my dad loaned us. We rented an open u-haul trailer to bring two motorcycles with us. One day we drove back the road toward Osier, and nearly got everything stuck back there. Have some movies of this from the car of my brother and another guy inching along on the mud road. We drove out toward Lava, and got about as far as the dirt crossing, when the bikes started to die on us. Seems they didn't like the higher elevation.
We stayed at the Y motel one night to use showers etc, and our buddies wanted Mexican food. We got some stuff at a local place, and took it back to the room, and bought some Coors first. It was the first ones I ever tasted, and after eating that Firey Mexican stuff it was the best beer ever!!!
Do you guys remember a gal named Dottie Walker? She was a volunteer who worked as a crossing flagger and in the concession car.
Greg Scholl
