Seeing as how it was a gorgeous Friday in Ottawa with temperatures finally rising above the zero threshold, a bunch of the Friday Nighters decided to "steal away" from work and railfan the L'Orignal Line, an hour and a bit east of the nation's capital. Rumour had it that the "L'Orignal Railroad Preservation Society" had finally finished reconstruction of the wooden overpass outside the town of Staid-Jing...not far from the famous wye at Glen Robertson. The bridge was a prominent railroad structure and a favourite railfanning spot among locals. It had burned to the ground sometime in the late seventies. An errant cigarette butt deposited from a so-called railfan was the determined cause, or so the story goes. Apparently the knucklehead who destroyed the bridge was never seen in these parts again.Rounding the bend in the Glen, the bridge quickly came into view. Mike hollered to Bill to stop the Hylander. He jumped out and snapped the picture you see. "Wow!" exclaimed Stanley. "It's an exact replica of the original! They did a superb job in the reconstruction."
"Well, wouldn't you know," the Hamer lad was heard to say. "Marty must be with us in spirit today...because I hear a train-a-coming and we haven't been here two minutes!" Sure enough, Mike was able to lens a short Ottawa Central local on its approach to Glen Robertson from the town of Staid-Jing.
Staid-Jing was named after a philanthropic Chinese railroad tycoon who had settled in these parts well over a century ago. After making his money on the railroad he went into the "furnace" business of all things! Just then, as in years past, a group of railfans pulled up on the wooden bridge in a red pickup and a green van.
"Hey Mike!" shouted Gerry, "Look-ee there would'ja! It's a Boston and Maine car directly behind the locomotive!"
"Wow!" Mike grinned, "Marty must be somewhere around because we've had horseshoes up our respective arses all day!" And...no sooner had these words been out of Hamer's mouth when the boys heard the L'Orignal Job coming down from Hawksbury.
"Hop in the Hylander!" Bill shouted with a smile on his face. Hamer didn't hear Bill as he ran over to the tracks where the OC train had just passed. As quick as a TGV passenger train, Hamer focussed his camera and captured this shot of the local crew proceeding down from Hawksbury to the Glen. "Wow...the boys'll like that orange Sclair car in the consist!" Hamer thought to himself.
Bill and the boys headed trackside at Glen Robertson to watch the exchange and Mike headed over to the newly reconstructed bridge. "Fancy meeting you here, Mike!" called a familiar voice. "Hey, Peter! How's it going?" Mike responded. It was Peter Cunningham with paintbrush in hand grinning from ear to ear as if he'd been painting a gorgeous "nude" instead of his renowned railroad subjects.
"Great!" replied Peter..."Wally, Rick, Mike and I came out to see what all the fuss was about with this here bridge...and now we know !"
"Hey, why don't you join us for lunch in the Glen?" Mike offered.So all the boys chowed down to a hearty meal with everything you could aspire to eat except one item...Mary's cookies! "We miss Mary so much," we all sighed in unison. "Marty wasn't too bad either!" Stan replied and we all grinned.
After lunch, both vehicles decided to follow the train up to the outskirts of Hawksbury. There wouldn't be time today to railfan Hawksbury or the plant...but that just gives us another excuse to come out again!
Soon the group arrived at another favourite railfanning location...the farmhouse just south of the major highway. Hamer was outta the vehicle in no time and shinnied up the nearest tree. Who should he meet sitting on the limb of the tree to his left but the renowned rail photographer, Chris Lyon. "What in the dickens are you doing here!" shouted Mike over to Chris. "I was about to ask you the very same question." Chris replied. Well, between the pair of them they managed to capture the OLOR running behind the farmstead.
A short while later, Mike captured the train as it passed beneath the major highway overpass. Fortunately for him he managed to get an 18-wheeler in the scene at the same time. Did we mention "horseshoes!" Mike's last attempt at a shot on this day was of the famed stone house with ivy walls, a structure located just north of the highway. Nestled in the crotch of an evergreen, he once again found his friend, Chris Lyon. The both of them busted a gut laughing over the length the two would go to to capture a shot of a train! From their precarious perches, they chuckled to themselves as Chris hollered over to Mike, "The way you and I go about railfanning is certainly not for the 'meek' of mind, is it?"
Mike smiled in agreement!
And, thus ends another fabulous day of railfanning with the boys of the Friday Night Group!
Cheers, Mike
PS. Let's meet some of the boys from the story!
That's Stanley to the left and Gerry to the right. Stan runs all our SLD meetings of the NMRA. Gerry, like Hamer himself wants to be the next Jimi Hendrix but would settle on being Mark Knofler or Eric Clapton.You can spot Glen Robertson right in front of these two handsome gentlemen.

That's Peter, the renowned artist of the group. Peter's works of art adorn the halls of many a railroader across the continent! Peter is a masterful modeller who owns three layouts, an HO B&M version of the Peterboro Branch in steam days, a British O scale layout and a "live steam" setup in his back yard! Now that's diverse modelling if you ask me!
Await later posts where you can meet some of the other fellas in the group!
Bill, it was great running your railroad last night. The new scenery is fabulous! Can't wait to see more developments in this department by the time the next session comes around at your place!
Cheers, Mike
















