I had been jonesing for a trip to Cajon Pass in Southern California in order to watch trains going from the desert, over the San Bernardino Mountains into greater Los Angeles. Getting large trains over the pass takes a lot of effort: manageable grades and a LOT of locomotives. It’s the kind of place foamers (what the railroad people call trains fans because we tend to foam at the mouth at the sight of a train) really start drooling.
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