Fredrick Lane
A random Australian who does random things. Play games, write stories, say things, travel (though doesn't document any of it), and other things.
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Fredrick Lane
It looks nice and neat, but what halfwitted hallucinator of a moron decided to just leave it open? Seriously, I’ve put holes in these boards with pool cues, but that takes a lot of force because the boards move easily.
@Physicsduck , here’s something to look at.
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Good morning. Got three or four hours to Brisbane where we’re offloading the train tracks.
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Gotta love Four n Twenty pies.
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A little rarer than the trains, but sugar cane is also transported in trailers like so, and in some places even in semi trailers.
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Ingham, QLD. 05:48.
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Cardwell, QLD. 20:35.
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On the way back south now.
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Bendemeer to Cairns. Started on Tuesday the fifteenth of July, arrived on Thursday the seventeenth. Twelve or fourteen pallets of grout.
Truck is a Kenworth K200.
On the way back, we’ll pick up some rail tracks near Brisbane, and we should be home on Wednesday the twenty-third.
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A short(ish) [maybe] horror story.
The following story is a work of fiction (maybe), in an alternate universe.
I stopped the train at Kaderstan Station, at the terminating platform. I had been running the Ardlelten to Kaderstan passenger service from Hagstat, the main interchange, junction, and yard for the White Valley Railroad Company. The Alaskan wind was cold, and the snow was just coming in. "Just great," I muttered as I climbed down from the cab of the locomotive. Not even six layers of clothing kept the cold out. The wind howled through the valley, like the howl of the wolves.
I walked down the platform, looking in the windows of the carriages to make sure that no one was still on the train. Kaderstan was creepy at this time of night, about one in the morning. The engine of the locomotive shut off as I checked the windows of the last carriage, and I could've sworn I heard a scream from somewhere south, the direction I had come from. I looked down the long stretch, but it was too dark to make out anything.
I started walking back to the station building, but I was stopped in my tracks when a loud crack, like a gunshot, rang out. It was followed by the sound of one of the pines, which were quite large, falling to the ground. The winds over the top of the mountains must've collapsed it. I continued the walk to the station building, now the only illumination of the entire station, as the platform lanterns had been turned off. Another shriek came from the south. I ignored it. It could've been one of the late steamers, an overnight to Yellow-Pine. They didn't go through Kaderstan, but you could hear them at night.
I went into the warm station building, closing the door behind myself to keep the cold out. I went to sleep in the lounge, laying on one of the couches.
The next morning, when I woke up, I went to the dining hall to get breakfast. There were some other train crews there - some from other railroads from the area, Yellow-Pine Valley Railway, Spruce Valley Railroad - and there were a few from the White Valley Railroad. I sat down at a table with a White Valley crew. "Did you guys hear the steamers on the mainline last night?"
They looked at me, and then I remembered;
There were no express trains to or from Yellow-Pine that week.
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