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I took only a few pictures (poorly focused due to impatience) with my 35mm of Drawbridge, CA, which is on private property owned by Union Pacific R.R. and which I have seen once before when I was a kid, riding the A.C.E. train with my dad when he worked in Sunnyvale. There are around a dozen or so structures sinking into a large amount of black, smelly, silt-y mud in the southern part of the San Francisco Bay. Entering a structure or two, you almost forget that the rafters were not quite that low to begin with, but half the house is mired in the soft earth. I wrote my name and the date next to some orange crayon from 1975 and in due time, all of our names will be totally submerged. The first time I saw Drawbridge is how I like to remember it, which is from a train window as the sun was rising. Since the tracks are still live, I decided that I would like to experience a big part of my dad’s childhood: pennies on the tracks. I am very disappointed and lost a total of 16 cents to two A.C.E. trains and a Union Pacific locomotive. I guess they stick to the train tyres? Other observations: putting your ear to the tracks and looking at an oncoming train is just plain wrong; trains are dangerous and I am an asshole for standing so close to them and getting battered about by the wind they create.
Anyhow, there are not many sufficient “ghost towns” in my vicinity that I haven’t already been to, and UE forum board users are all a bunch of 14 year old douchebags who just want better places to play paintball and take sad, poorly-filtered photographs. I’ll have to go to Arizona or something. 4 years ago
