Morning Drive

I’m in Mimbres NM for a while and took a ride up the valley to see if the Forest Service had shut off water and power to the campground I’m planning on moving to on Wednesday. I’m happy to report they haven’t; at five bucks a night this is going to be a cheap 10 night stay! Coming back, the morning was so lovely that I saved a couple 30 second clips from the dash cam to share.

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Mist in the pines.

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One state north, this would be called a “park”, as in Winter Park and, yes, South Park. Not sure if there’s a New Mexico specific descriptor.

 

Amarillo RR Museum (1)

My first stop (other than the truck area of Interstate rest stops) on my westward journey was the Amarillo Railroad Museum. There were two attractants – this post is about the full-sized one on the tracks out back: the White Train.

The White Train

From 1951 to 1987 the White Train moved nuclear warheads from the Pantex facility northeast of Amarillo where they were manufactured to where they were deployed. I’m not sure how I stumbled over the White Train; I’m thinking maybe it was a stray historical photo the Instagram algorithm tossed on to my timeline. Regardless, once I found out I could see a representative consist in northern Texas, a detour from my normal New England to Austin route was a must.

The typical train was an engine – as far as I can tell. just one, since the train topped out at 35 mph – a guard escort car, a power buffer car, some number of weapons transport cars, another power buffer car and, bringing up the rear, another guard escort car.

The guard escort cars were just what it says on the box: repurposed Army kitchen cars set up for the security detail that accompanied the warheads. There were bunks, bathrooms, a kitchen/lounge area, a comm station and a lookout turret. One of the cars was open for exploration and my gosh, what a Dr. Strangelove vibe. You can see all my photos from the museum here; but a couple of the things that struck me:

Hot brass vacuum system, because you don’t want expended shells bouncing around when you’re shooting evildoers.

Hot brass vacuum system

Ashtrays everywhere, of course.

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A pano of the turret.

turret pano

Buffer cars are normally used to keep some distance between the crew and any hazardous loads. In this case I’ve gotta think they were mainly for protecting the weapons transport cars from an engine fire or the like. If something went seriously wrong with the warheads (I’m guessing they were rendered un-mushroomable, but cracking open casings in a derailment would suck) I’d want a lot more distance than 50 feet or so. The other thing these buffer cars did was supply power to the guard escort cars. The history of powering, heating and cooling passenger rail cars is fun digression that I might post on sometime, but regardless of that tech tangent, freight locos are not provisioned to deal with passengers, so a power car was needed.

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Top is the guard escort car, bottom is the power buffer car.

I don’t have much to say about the weapons transport car other than I wish I’d had a geiger counter with me. There wasn’t much to see on the side of the car and, though I thought about climbing up to have a look at the top, I didn’t want to presume on my host’s hospitality.

I chatted with one of the museum members about modelling the White Train – happily, someone had been by earlier in the year taking measurements, photos, etc. with an eye towards producing some kits. I’ll keep my fingers crossed. I’d love to build 2 pair of guard and buffer cars and put a (freelanced, obv) shoggoth containment vessel on a depressed center flatcar  and containment vessel support machinery on another, smaller flatcar. Yep. I’m a weirdo.

 

 

Roswell

Bottomless Lake SP, Roswell NM

Dawn finds me camped at Bottomless Lake SP, just east of Roswell NM. If you are like I was prior to last year, your first thought is !saucer people! And believe me, the town has embraced the theme. But on my way through Austin last year, my friend J clued me in on something amazing. The Pecos River flows along the Mescalero Escarpment (the western palisade of the Llano Estacado) a mile and a half from where I’m writing this, and waters some beautiful wetlands. Where there are wetlands in the US southwest, there are waterfowl. All kinds of waterfowl! In this case the stars of the show are thousands and thousands of Sandhill Cranes. You’ll probably get more crane content than makes sense over the next couple weeks… My original plan was to spend two weeks here, hawking ducks with Clovis. Alas, just as I was getting ready to leave New England news arrived regarding Highly Pathogenic Avian Influenza. The advice from those in the know is “keep your raptors away from waterfowl this year”; infected raptors are showing 95% mortality within 48 hours. Ugh. I’m still spending the 2 weeks, but I’m going to bird watch, fly Clovis to the drone, ride my bike and maybe even go schnorkeling.

I’ll be here for Thanksgiving; my plans are pretty low key. I may actually learn how to use the combo microwave/convection oven to whip up some cornbread; beyond that, who knows. But! while faffing about on the dying birdsite (twitter has the Leon Skum infected HPAI) I saw an image that led me to this – a perfect painting of Thanksgiving in Roswell, complete with anthropomorphic Clovisbruja in a apron:

Ritual Cactus Offering

More soon.

Update. As is my wont, I’m wearing a semiotic dadjoke* t-shirt today. If you don’t know who José Guadalupe Posada was, I’ll bet you know his work.

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You probably don’t know Marxist writer J. Posadas (pen name of Homero Rómulo Cristalli Frasnelli). From the linked article,

He led the Latin American bureau of the Fourth International, but eventually split from the revolutionary socialist organization in 1962 and created his own Posadist Fourth International.

Then, in 1968, he published an essay arguing that extraterrestrials would play a crucial role in a global anticapitalist revolution. By that point, Castro had already denounced him and Posadas was advocating a nuclear war to demolish capitalist states, leaving the working class to rise from the ashes. Still, his cult-like following grew—despite his increasing interest in communicating with dolphins.

 

I Want to Believe: Posadism, UFOs and Apocalypse Communism

As the Au Pairs sang, it’s obvious. Posada to Posadism to LGM** to Roswell!

*for pretty weird values of dad/opa

**little green men

Still adventuring

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A brief post to let y’all know that after a fun-filled summer and fall with H, J, and the grandkiddos, I am back out on the road. There are 4 of us: myself, Dinah the old DK/GSP, Lotte the #adventureteckel, and introducing! Maisie the v small #adventureteckel. We’re currently at Arcosanti (pictured above) trying to decide where to head next. More, when I’m motivated to write, but we’ve had puppy bonding and friend meeting in Austin, Christmas with family in Los Angeles, dinner with S & T in Tucson, big mine tour fun in Bisbee with S, the AZ Falconers Desert Classic at Biosphere 2 in Oracle AZ (I took a cottontail with Dan D.’s Harris’ Hawk!) and a best possible afternoon with L & D (back) in Tucson!

The partners in crime:

Yep, I use the same style tie-out.

#adventureteckel Lotte helping me watch the weathering yard.

Blep + side eye. #dailymaisie