Shelley dropped me off in Weed on her way to work (sort of) where I caught a transit bus down to Dunsmuir. The driver dropped me off just past the cemetery (where Road Hog used to live) and as I walked down the steep street just south of there toward the yard I could already hear the sound of the units. As I was headed north this was music to my ears. There were a number of empty boxcars within easy reach, which was good, because just as I set foot on the ballast the train started to leave town, so up and in I went.
We really stepped on it getting out of the yard, and at first I thought I'd gotten the Black Butte Turn instead of a Eugene train. Because my boxcar was only open on the left side going up the hill I never got a really good look back to see how many cars he had, but he had no trouble making track speed. We went in the hole at Azalea to let a pig/stack train run around us and again at Upton for no reason I could see. Had a nice fast ride up to Klamath and got out at 1:30 pm. Saw Roger drive by but didn't have an opportunity to talk. Found out from a guy in the freight office that the next southbound would be a clean-up man out of the yard that went on duty at 3:00 pm, so I headed into town to check out the Sallies. Made it back to the yard around 3:30 pm and found ONE ride (a grainer) on the entire train so decided to park myself next to it in case the "demon hordes" descended upon it "en masse". I sat there for two hours and the influx of would-be riders failed to materialize, so at 5:30 pm we left town.