Destination Unknown
Clinton, Iowa
Admiral Biscuit
The castle was small, really just a watchtower, but being up there and watching the sun rise over the trees was inspirational and she started singing.
Sweetsong usually started with songs she knew—Equestrian or human—and then once her voice had warmed up, she'd sing about her journey or places she’d whizzed by. The golden dome and the rainstorm, the busy intermodal yard, waking up on top of the covers with her head in the pizza box and having to wash her mane again . . .
Then, when a crowd had begun to gather, she packed up and flew off the castle. It wasn’t fair to people who wanted to climb to the top and look around if she was hogging it.
Pragmatically, she’d also get more money if she was where people could offer it.
She stayed until noon, giving a brief airshow for the small crowd that had gathered to hear her sing, and then flew back to Vitales. There was nothing wrong with eating pizza two days in a row, after all.
The day staff was just as welcoming and friendly as the evening shift had been.
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The US 67 bridge was south of the rail yards, and as good a place as any to catch a freight train as it made its way past. Time was on her side: there was plenty of daylight and lots of trains to pick from.
Sometimes flat cars were good to ride, depending on their load. There could be nooks and crannies to hide in, sometimes only visible from above. One time when she was feeling especially bold, she’d ridden between yards at the front end of a bulkhead flat, completely exposed to anybody who was looking but she had a great view and flying off was easy: straight over the side when the train slowed down.
She’d also spent most of the trip worrying that somebody would spot her and report her, and worrying that the cargo might shift forward if the train stopped suddenly, which had encouraged her hasty exit.
Experience had taught her to recognize which grain cars had hidey-holes and which didn’t even have floors. A mixed manifest freight rolled under her, and once the locomotives had passed, she stuck her head down and looked down the length of it. Slow-moving, plenty of possibilities, and she was bold and full of pizza, so she took the earliest car she could ride, even though it was only five back from the locomotive.
Getting through the steel supports on a moving train took practice and finesse, and luckily she had both.
Some hobos called the kind of grainer she found a Cadillac, not for its ride comfort but for its high side sills and flat floor. She didn’t have to crawl into a hole to hide; instead, she could ride out more in the open and not be noticed. She was safe from watchers on bridges, too; the slope sheets and roof hid her perfectly.
She settled on her belly and watched out the side as they rolled past a couple factories and a steel storage yard, wondering why the ballast for all the side tracks was a yellowish tan instead of the varying shades of grey she was used to. Maybe it was a local rock that could be gotten cheaply.
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The train went mostly west, sometimes bending around obstacles real or imagined. Opposing traffic was heavy and she had to keep more hidden than she would have liked, at least until the locomotive passed.
In the front, she could hear what her train's engines were doing, and got a warning as every grade crossing came up. More frequent horn blasts meant a town, and she kept low for those, but couldn’t help her curiosity. Her coat wasn’t that dissimilar to the grain car’s paint, a sort of rusty pink that was kind of beige-ish, at least when blurring by at 60 miles an hour.
Maybe she was overconfident, maybe that wasn’t true, but the train wasn’t stopping and green-shirted men weren’t searching for her and that was what counted.
Sweetsong glanced up at the sky. There were some low clouds, another option if she needed to escape. Helicopters could chase her, but they couldn’t find her in clouds.
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No individual field was worth observing, but the pastiche of them zooming by was. Modern metal barns or dilapidated wooden ones, what crops were planted, if they had a woodlot. Sometimes she saw tractors out in the fields, green and brick-red mostly, and a few of them were real monsters with eight wheels and locomotive-high. Sometimes she saw pastures with cows or occasionally horses, all used to the sight of passing trains.
She couldn’t help but whinny as she passed horses, and sometimes they’d look up in confusion as she whisked by.
Sweetsong snapped her head back as a freight barreled alongside, close enough to touch but she’d lose a hoof if she tried. A blast of air off its bow and then a blur of freight cars, seen and instantly forgotten as it roared past. One box car banged by with a flat wheel, and for an instant she got a glimpse of another rider, also cradled in a covered hopper, leaning up against the ladder and watching out her side.
He had a phone-camera up, she’d caught that. If she’d known he was coming, she would have waved.
Where was he going? Where had he come from? And did he wonder the same about her? Sometimes she saw other hobos waiting to jump a train, but she usually didn’t try and associate with them. She could have, and maybe sometimes it would be nice to have a partner, but she didn’t like the thought of having to make herself ground-bound. Crouching in the underbrush and galloping up to a car on the train didn’t feel safe, and humans couldn’t bail off the train if it was moving like she could.
She shifted her weight as the train rounded a curve and roared under an overpass.
It wasn’t just the worry about getting on and off trains, but where to camp. Humans couldn't nest in the tops of trees or on a roof; from what she’d gathered they sometimes even burrowed under loading docks and platforms and the idea of sleeping like a mole terrified her. Even the hole in the shotgun grainers made her nervous, although she’d come to terms with that. She didn’t always get the best ride, and sometimes had to sacrifice comfort for stealth.
Or just reliance on her wings; she’d taken chances on some rides knowing she could bail before the train even stopped. One winter in New York, she’d almost gotten caught on a CSX freight, but she’d heard the bull’s radio as he came close, giving her a moment’s warning.
Not long enough to grab her army blanket, and she didn’t want to lose it. Humans weren’t always smart about looking up, and she left her gondola and flew to the top of the box car in front of it, crouching down on the roof and listening as the bull told the head end that somebody had been mistaken, or if there was a hobo he was gone; all that was in the car was some dunnage and a wrinkled-up tarp.
She didn’t trust that he was really gone, if he’d felt the blanket he’d have noticed it was still warm. Until the train started moving.
Sitting on her belly on a boxcar roof wasn’t great, every time the train jostled it threatened to slide her off one side or the other, but she waited until she was sure she was clear and then swooped back down into the gondola, hastily stuffing her blanket back into her saddlebags in case the train stopped again.
It didn’t, and she’d ridden all the way to Tonawanda in that gondola.
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The train started slowing as it crossed a river into a large city: she caught a glimpse of a dam around a bend in the river and then they were on the far shore, baseball diamonds and a golf course on the north side and a power station with a big coal pile on the south. They went under a road, crossed the next at grade, then under I-380 and between a pair of warehouses.
The train held short of Beverly Yard in Cedar Rapids, and she curled up against the side sill and waited. Probably a crew change, which was nothing to be concerned about. There was a copse of trees off to her right which would be a good escape path if needed.
She could hear a van idling up front and brief snatches of conversation, not enough to make sense of it. A door slammed, then a change in pitch and the van drove off while the locomotives continued to idle.
She was close enough to the front she’d hear if they uncoupled, and they didn’t.
From the ground, from a van, what would they see? Maybe her ears, and that was it. In the fading light of day, what would that look like? Two triangles standing proud of the steelwork, nearly matching the paint . . . she was invisible.
The exhaust note of the locomotives deepened, the brakes on the train went off. This close to the front there wasn’t much warning as the slack went out and she almost bumped her muzzle against the end sill as the car jerked, then she was on her way again. Past a General Mills and a field right next to it—she considered how lucky that farmer was when it came time to market his crop. Straight through fields, then a slight curve and the train headed due west.
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The train stopped for good in Boone and got broken up, and she kept her spot until dark and then flew off. There weren't many good places to spend the night, not until she found a wrecking yard alongside the tracks with rows of automobiles to choose from. A sideswiped Traverse was as good a sleeping spot as any; most of the windows were unbroken and the seats in the back still folded down which gave her plenty of space to stretch out. It was her first time sleeping in a junk car and as she settled in she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it sooner; she’d seen plenty of salvage yards alongside the tracks.
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Sweetsong arose before the sun and flew a reconnaissance flight over the yard. During the day, that might tip off train crews to watch for her, but at night, with the lights from the yard, they couldn’t see her even though she could see them.
There was a train with locomotives backing up to them; she could get on now and take her chance that it left at a reasonable hour. Or she might be stuck all day in the yard, they might just be switching around the cars.
From her altitude, she could follow the rails with her eye, she could see where the track left the yard and curved, near a thick cluster of bushes where she could hide and wait for a train that was actually leaving. That close to the yard throat, it would be moving slow, and getting on board wouldn’t be difficult. There were houses on the south side of the tracks, but people who lived there wouldn’t be able to see her through the train.
Plus, if she waited until later, she could find a grocery store and get some more food and water. Her supplies were getting low.
•••
Some stores in Equestria painted their name on the roof so they were easier for pegasi to find. Humans mostly didn’t do that—water towers, airplane hangar roofs, and barns were the only exceptions she’d noticed so far.
From a lower altitude, though, she could read the advertising signs on the storefronts and on poles, and she found a Hy-Vee without too much trouble.
They didn’t open until seven, which gave her time to fly around town and explore some more. In the early dawn light, Boone didn’t look all that interesting, not until she found a small rail yard a block north of the Union Pacific mainline with an eclectic collection of passenger cars, freight cars, and locomotives. A sign on the passenger station said that it was the Boone and Scenic Valley Railroad.
They didn’t open until ten, and although they had a website, she didn’t have a way to access it.
She circled over it and considered. If she hadn’t found an outbound train by ten, she decided to come back and see what the B&SV had to offer. It looked like a tourist line, which meant it would go out and back and not connect with anything, but it might be fun for a day’s diversion if the pickings were slim. Plus, she’d learned that railfans usually gave deference to railroaders, which she was by the loosest definition, and she could use that to her benefit. Sometimes they’d give her bits to help her on her journey, and as often as not they were very familiar with local railroad operations. They knew which lines went where or when freight trains typically came through, and could tell her when a suitable freight was likely to arrive.
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Pegasi also defy gravity. Like cats.
As a native of Boone, Iowa, your newest chapter brought back a lot of happy memories.
My grandfather was a conductor on the Fort Dodge Line. There used to be a very tight horseshoe curve to act as an interchange between the FDDMS and C&NW. That has since been replaced with a gentle S curve so the Mikado could move from the BSVY to the UP main line for excursions.
As a teenager I worked at the Hy-Vee store.
I look forward to the next chapter as Sweetsong travels west over the Kate Shelly High Bridge. Although age reduced the old bridge to 25 MPH and one train at a time, the railroad spent a lot to build a replacement next to the old span on the south side. Now it is truly double track with 70 MPH speed. The old bridge remains standing as a historical monument, so if Sweetsong is looking to the north she will see it in all its glory. As a pegasus, the 190 foot drop won't phase her.
Kate Shelley High Bridge | Boone County, IA (iowa.gov)
An enviable condition!
I think she's a bit too paranoid. I doubt that anyone would go to the expense of flying a helicopter after a simple trespasser. Not unless she became notorious for damaging RR property or something. Still, it's good to be over-cautious rather than under-cautious.
Took a bit for me to get to this, but I enjoyed the new chapter, unsurprisingly. :)
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Heh, thanks. :D
Huh, they had a Viewliner on the Empire Builder at the time?
And glad you had a good trip. :)
[curious, checks]
...Okay, I think you probably mean something else; I'd remembered the Viewliners started running in the 80s, but it turns out that that was just the prototypes, in 1988; the Viewliner Is didn't enter service until 1995. While, at least from my quick look at Wikipedia now, it does appear possible one might have been on the Empire Builder, and open to passengers, on that trip, it seems unlikely. My leading hypothesis for what you meant is the Sightseer Lounge; does this look right?
(And here is the Viewliner page for comparison.)
Hah, whereas I've never been on a non East-Coast Amtrak train, that I recall (and anything else would have had to have been when I was very young for me to not recall it, I expect).
Aye, airplanes win on speed and buses on flexibility, so long as appropriate supporting infrastructure is present, of course, but I think trains win on both comfort and resource efficiency.
Ah, glad that worked out for you; I think I recall some fantasy trip-to-EFNW train that involved the bus system, too, before I found out about the new light rail line.
Nothing can stop her now!
Heh.
Another proof the world isn't ready yet for technicolor horses.
A shame, really.
Good chapter!
I enjoyed reading it.
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This is true, although pegasi defy gravity better than cats IMHO. Cats can’t fly.
Yet.
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Huzzah! I’ve never been there myself, but feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong (in fact, if you want, I’ll give you an early read of the chatper and you can make suggestions)
Ooh, that’s really cool! Some family history there . . . my grandfather had a boring job, although he did a lot of cool stuff outside of his job.
I’ve never worked in a smaller grocery store, but I did work as a janitor in a Meijer (like Target or Wal-Mart) for some years.
I somehow missed specifically mentioning the bridge . . . I’ll have to fix that.
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The best condition!
Border patrol might, and she’s mentioned being in Mexico . . .
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For the winter, if you’ve got time you can plan for Thursdays I’m gonna try to mostly publish the new chapter in the morning (US Eastern Standard Time), although won’t always, depending on other IRL things.
Yeah, maybe it was the sightseer lounge. I remember the big wraparound windows, and the chairs were turned to face out instead of forward (or back). I though they were called Viewliners, but I guess not. I wonder if that was a nickname for them that Amtrak picked up, or if it’s just me remembering something from back then using what I know now?
I’ve also been on VIA in Quebec and Ontario, SNCF, the (I think) Cheman de fer de las Province (surely misspelled, Dijon to Nice, France), whatever the Norwegian railroad is, various German trains (ICE, I think, and maybe something else?), British Rail, an Australian commuter line, subways here and there, the Detroit People Mover, and probably some other stuff I don’t remember off the top of my head.
I’d guess in terms of resource efficiency, there’s a footnote ‘cause airplanes can be pretty efficient, too (depending on circumstance). It’s really a whole package with public transport, and whatever the local circumstances are--one downside with commuter trains sometimes is they tend to run crowded one way and nearly empty the other due to work schedules, which basically halves their efficiency. It’s complicated!
Currently the light rail doesn’t go anywhere close to the hotel, but they’re building it out and it’s going to get there. By EFNW 2022? Maybe? I guess we’ll just have to see.
I’d love to see you there if you can make it, and if you can have a fun trip by rail to get there, that’s even more better
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Exactly!
Pony instincts, gotta say ‘hi’ to the fellow equines.
I know, right?
That’s something that’s never really come up in the show, but I bet that ground-based businesses that want to attract pegasi do spend the time/money to paint a sign on their roof and probably also have roof access.
Thank you!
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Jeezuz! The Border Patrol would probably shoot her!
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Give them time...
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Heh, well, I don't know how useful the information will end up being for me, but thanks for providing it just in case. :)
I don't recall ever hearing of Amtrak calling them Viewliners; while it's possible that I just missed it, though, I'm inclined to believe they just didn't, since if they had, it seems likely to me that they'd have picked a different name for the cars they definitely did name Viewliners, which came along later, to avoid confusion. My leading hypothesis is, indeed, that two different Amtrak-related things got tangled together in your memory, sorry.
Ooh, neat. :D
You sound fairly well-travelled.
Hm, fair, airplanes are definitely more efficient in some circumstances.
And aye, trains with heavy commuter traffic can be tricky that way, as I understand it, and of course there are tradeoffs in the choice between running nearly-empty reverse peak and off peak services and just having large storage yards at the end people are coming in to.
Ah, I didn't know if it was finished yet or not; it wasn't when I checked a while back, but I didn't recall when the expected completion was. And, of course, infrastructure projects are far form guaranteed to finish on time anyway.
Thanks. :)
Hopefully it'll work out at some point!
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I’d say of course they wouldn’t, but yeah, they would. Anyway, point is Sweetsong has learned about helicopters and how to hide from them.
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They’re working on it, there’s no question.
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No worries! It’s a schedule which, while you shouldn’t set your watch to it, you can kinda plan around if you want . . . or not, the chapters will be there when they’re there. Probably going to be 20-30 total, don’t have an exact count just yet.
That’s very likely, I could have seen a Viewliner some years later and thought that’s what I rode on as a kid.
Somewhat well-travelled, although practically everyone in my family gets around more than I do. Still, I’ve had the opportunity to go a bunch of places and do a lot of things, and other people haven’t.
Yeah, it’s always tricky to figure out that balance. Really with any public transport, although for airlines it’s probably the easiest, ‘cause they can have the ‘this is the flight, take it or leave it’ mentality in a way that a bus especially can’t.
I had my own eyes on it last August, and at least close to the convention hotel they were still working on a bridge, although the ‘bridge’ part of it was mostly complete (piers, deck, etc.). From the Wiki, it looks like the line to the convention hotel is expected to be in service in 2023.
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Well, thanks. :)
Aye, sounds plausible.
Huh, sounds like a quite well-travelled family, then. Though that may partly just be a matter of perspective, aye.
I'm glad you had that opportunity and, it sounds like, have made good use of it. :)
"although for airlines it’s probably the easiest, ‘cause they can have the ‘this is the flight, take it or leave it’ mentality in a way that a bus especially can’t."
...I'm afraid I'm not understanding you here, though, sorry. Please clarify?
Nice, and thanks. As far as actually looking at it, I've mostly just had Google Earth.
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Wise.
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For commuter trains especially, nobody’s gonna use it if the schedule isn’t convenient (and likewise for some longer-distance trains; the Grand Rapids to Chicago train runs so you can get to Chicago early, do stuff, and get back), whereas an airline might offer limited flights or you have to pay a premium to not spend 10 hours laid over in Las Vegas . . . when I went to EFNW, I had to leave for the airport at 5am if I wanted a flight that got in at a reasonable time, and I then had to wait in Seattle for a couple hours before I could check in to the hotel. But for a longer trip, what other options do you have that won’t take forever? You’re on their schedule, at least to a point.
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...Ah! You mean that airlines have a more or less captive customer base, such that even inconvenient flights will often still draw passengers, while commuter trains (or, as you said before, busses) running at inconvenient times would see people seeking alternate means of travel?
If so, thanks.
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Yeah, that’s it exactly. Obviously, there are some exceptions (long distance trains, short-distance commuter flights), but in general the airline industry can get away with scheduling flights when it’s convenient for them and/or charging a premium for better flights, whereas commuter trains, subways, and busses have to run on convenient schedules or nobody will use them.
I think I mentioned it before, but when I took the bus to EFNW, it was pretty convenient (I think less than a half hour for it to arrive) and way cheaper than an Uber or Lyft.
You really found the right voice for this chapter. Short descriptive bursts really gives the sense rapid movement.
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Thank you!