spork.
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i was in brandon manitoba, catching out of there my first time. easiest place in the world to catch out of by the way. my partner and i were headed under the bridge to wait. it was dark out. before we made it under we heard an angry dog freaking out from under the bridge, and a kid (maybe 15? with lots of studs, patches and piercings) came out to greet us.
"we've been here for 5 days trying to catch out. the next train is ours. you can have the next one."
we asked why it's taken so long to hop out at such an infamously easy spot.
"some bad judgement calls" was the only explanation we got.
well, we decided fuck that, and went and hid in the tall grass right next to the bridge. we wern't about to wait another five days while they got their shit together. the next train was ours.
we only waited a few hours and a nice im pulled up, we took our time getting on and hid. as we started to pull away,i took a look back towards the bridge. the punk rock kids and their dog were hopping on the fly. i knew this was gunna be bad.
a few km down the tracks the sun started to rise and we were highballing. high priority. a via rail (amtrak) even sided for us. i took a look back, and saw the kids, feet dangling off the edge of the 53, throwing a beer bottle onto the highway next to us.
minutes later we sided next to a cop car. we hid under the cheese grater, and hoped they would find the kids, and not us.
they found us.
we were brought down to the virden, manitoba police station. this is a largely mennonite community of less than 1000 people. we were written tickets for 144 bucks and told to walk to the highway to hitchike.
there, we decided to split up and meet again in calgary. my partner got a ride right away with a trucker.
it was getting dark again and starting to rain, so i headed back into town to find shelter for the night.
i found a pedestrian tunnel, that goes under the train yard. it looked pretty unused, so i slept in there.
in the morning, i checked out the tunnel in more detail: turns out it was built in 1917 when the town was a main stop for steam engines.
on the bricks on either side there were etchings. "mr and mrs whatever just maried 1931" "so an so looking for work 1939" and the oldest one i could find, was from 1919.
there were tags all the way from 1919 to present. right through the depression era, the fifties and sixties, a few from the 80's, one from 99, and now mine. "kicked off a choo choo, 2004".
i have a few pictures of it somewhere. i've been back a few times to show to people i'm not full of shit.
i just did a big old google search on it and couldn't find anything.
next time i go through i'll take some good pix of it as i know alot more about photography now.
i would never suggest stopping in virden, unless your a dorky hobo history buff wannabe like me.
"we've been here for 5 days trying to catch out. the next train is ours. you can have the next one."
we asked why it's taken so long to hop out at such an infamously easy spot.
"some bad judgement calls" was the only explanation we got.
well, we decided fuck that, and went and hid in the tall grass right next to the bridge. we wern't about to wait another five days while they got their shit together. the next train was ours.
we only waited a few hours and a nice im pulled up, we took our time getting on and hid. as we started to pull away,i took a look back towards the bridge. the punk rock kids and their dog were hopping on the fly. i knew this was gunna be bad.
a few km down the tracks the sun started to rise and we were highballing. high priority. a via rail (amtrak) even sided for us. i took a look back, and saw the kids, feet dangling off the edge of the 53, throwing a beer bottle onto the highway next to us.
minutes later we sided next to a cop car. we hid under the cheese grater, and hoped they would find the kids, and not us.
they found us.
we were brought down to the virden, manitoba police station. this is a largely mennonite community of less than 1000 people. we were written tickets for 144 bucks and told to walk to the highway to hitchike.
there, we decided to split up and meet again in calgary. my partner got a ride right away with a trucker.
it was getting dark again and starting to rain, so i headed back into town to find shelter for the night.
i found a pedestrian tunnel, that goes under the train yard. it looked pretty unused, so i slept in there.
in the morning, i checked out the tunnel in more detail: turns out it was built in 1917 when the town was a main stop for steam engines.
on the bricks on either side there were etchings. "mr and mrs whatever just maried 1931" "so an so looking for work 1939" and the oldest one i could find, was from 1919.
there were tags all the way from 1919 to present. right through the depression era, the fifties and sixties, a few from the 80's, one from 99, and now mine. "kicked off a choo choo, 2004".
i have a few pictures of it somewhere. i've been back a few times to show to people i'm not full of shit.
i just did a big old google search on it and couldn't find anything.
next time i go through i'll take some good pix of it as i know alot more about photography now.
i would never suggest stopping in virden, unless your a dorky hobo history buff wannabe like me.
