I've Missed You
There has been an expanse of decades that have passed since the last wheel turned on Lines West. America has been without her Resourceful Railroad, without her best engineered path to the Northwest, without orange and black in a sea of Washington wheat or mountain green. Others, employees and observers, share their memories of the last days while pictures of dilapidated locomotives and a torturous winter in 1979 tell their own story. But I missed all of that. My first memories of the Milwaukee Road's west involve the ever changing scenery of I90 as viewed from the second row of an old suburban. The seats were vinyl and sticky on hot days, but the old truck always made the trip. The cascades offered brief glimpses of high black trestles on the west slopes, then the occasional bridge on the east side of Snoqualmie. The massive Renslow trestle near Kittitas spanned the 4 lane and loomed large outside the confines of the suburban, especially for this 6 year old who strained to s