Re: Farewell GLRR

Shane, Thanks for describing those whistles so eloquently. From my house here in Georgetown, I could hear what seemed to me like the wailing of the trains all weekend long.
On Sunday nite, during the last trip, I also felt as though I could feel the ghosts of pioneers past as we made our way back up the hill to Silver Plume. My family, 2 young kids included, were more than happy to sit in an open car - we wanted to see the sky, the smoke, the track as it was lit in front of us. Despite the rain and cold, it was the best ride of our lives. I'll never forget the #40 as it made its way through the night, lighting the path with shadows of eerie magnificance.
Thanks to you and to the whole crew for your hospitality. Words cannot describe the gratitude that I feel for both the Ashbys and Greskas for their giving hearts.