Not surprisingly after a night of being extremely damp and unhappy, we were up at 5:30. We played with our Blackberries, looked at the photos we'd taken so far, and waited for it to be 8:00 and, therefore, breakfast time. We waltzed into the dining room at 8:05 and into a new waitress's nightmare: 25 hungry patrons and the other waitress called out sick. It took us almost 15 minutes to get coffee and the hostess pronounced herself mortified but we said we could clearly see how hard the waitress was working (while wondering why the hostess wasn't hustling out there with a coffeepot, but she may have been doing something backstage). Breakfast, when we got it, was fine -- Roy had SOS, I had sunny side up eggs and bacon, we both had toast and fries.
So what's the plan?, Roy asked. And the fact was that I had no plan. My plan had been to drive around a bit the previous day, then make the Lumber Museum our centerpiece Sunday destination, and we'd already been there. So the plan became forensic railroading. We started with the Galeton station and engine house, a pair of depressing places, especially if it's raining. Roy went into the engine house (pictured behind him, here). I stayed outside. Then we tromped about around the train station, which hasn't been occupied since the last short line operator folded, around 30 years ago. The lawn is being mowed, which is good.
Out behind the station I found the remnants of a couple of railroad ties and some regular depressions in the ground where ties had rotted, mute indications of where the rail lines had run. Beyond that, in some tall weed I found a rusted hulk that Roy tells me was a track car. I photographed the hulk and then used my new "put the camera on my walking stick, press the 10-second delay and shove it in the cab" technique to photograph the inside. I found a little flower I didn't recognize and took its picture (but didn't upload it to Flickr because it wasn't very good).( more photos and text )