Time to wrap up this review of the 2010 IDI Weekend so I can concentrate on finding a campground for next year. 
So after railfanning in Rochelle on Wednesday, we were all sitting around the campfire while the kids had their last fun together up in the swimming hole. All week long, a couple trains a night would pass our campground, but with the darn speed ****'s they had (yes, the had an actual "police" force with flashing lights on a golf cart that would run you down and "cite" you) there was never a chance to beat a train out to the grade crossing. Now that the place was mostly deserted, we had a clear path to the tracks across a half dozen camp sites, so it was Ron who suddenly sprang from his chair at the hint of a Leslie S-3 sounding in the distance that brought my attention to the fact that it was still daylight enough, and that we were about to be visited by the nightly Chrysler train on our last evening there. I followed suit and sprinted across the campground with my only available ammo... my Blackberry. As I ran I dialed up the camera function, while looking at Ron attempting to do the same some 15 yards away as we made parrallel paths towards the wooden fence seperating us from the tranquility of the campground and hi testosterone filled mechanized joy. Obviously my 40 years of experience taking train pictures gave me the edge, as I saw Ron's camera bounce off the ground and I knew that it would have to be me or nobody that gets it.
To the victor go the spoils as they say....
On the way back to my site, I happened to look and realized that the kids were swimming in a cemetary.
I've heard of pet cemetary, but isn't this a little rediculous? I can only imagine they were all shot, caught speeding.
I kept watching for that hand to come up like near the end of "Deliverance".
THERE IT IS!
Did you see it? Hmm... maybe you weren't looking in the right spot.
Meanwhile... back at the campsite, the horn sounds for round two....
It was dark. But I got it. I got it. Where's YOUR picture? RON?
So after railfanning in Rochelle on Wednesday, we were all sitting around the campfire while the kids had their last fun together up in the swimming hole. All week long, a couple trains a night would pass our campground, but with the darn speed ****'s they had (yes, the had an actual "police" force with flashing lights on a golf cart that would run you down and "cite" you) there was never a chance to beat a train out to the grade crossing. Now that the place was mostly deserted, we had a clear path to the tracks across a half dozen camp sites, so it was Ron who suddenly sprang from his chair at the hint of a Leslie S-3 sounding in the distance that brought my attention to the fact that it was still daylight enough, and that we were about to be visited by the nightly Chrysler train on our last evening there. I followed suit and sprinted across the campground with my only available ammo... my Blackberry. As I ran I dialed up the camera function, while looking at Ron attempting to do the same some 15 yards away as we made parrallel paths towards the wooden fence seperating us from the tranquility of the campground and hi testosterone filled mechanized joy. Obviously my 40 years of experience taking train pictures gave me the edge, as I saw Ron's camera bounce off the ground and I knew that it would have to be me or nobody that gets it.
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To the victor go the spoils as they say....
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On the way back to my site, I happened to look and realized that the kids were swimming in a cemetary.
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I've heard of pet cemetary, but isn't this a little rediculous? I can only imagine they were all shot, caught speeding.
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I kept watching for that hand to come up like near the end of "Deliverance".
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THERE IT IS!
Did you see it? Hmm... maybe you weren't looking in the right spot.
Meanwhile... back at the campsite, the horn sounds for round two....
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It was dark. But I got it. I got it. Where's YOUR picture? RON?
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