this post was submitted on 18 Nov 2023
268 points (99.6% liked)

HistoryPorn

4835 readers
720 users here now

If you would like to become a mod in this community, kindly PM the mod.

Relive the Past in Jaw-Dropping Detail!

HistoryPorn is for photographs (or, if it can be found, film) of the past, recent or distant! Give us a little snapshot of history!

Rules

  1. Be respectful and inclusive.
  2. No harassment, hate speech, or trolling.
  3. Engage in constructive discussions.
  4. Share relevant content.
  5. Follow guidelines and moderators' instructions.
  6. Use appropriate language and tone.
  7. Report violations.
  8. Foster a continuous learning environment.
  9. No genocide or atrocity denialism.

Pictures of old artifacts and museum pieces should go to History Artifacts

Illustrations and paintings should go to History Drawings

Related Communities:

Military Porn

Forgotten Weapons

founded 1 year ago
MODERATORS
 
you are viewing a single comment's thread
view the rest of the comments
[โ€“] IndefiniteBen@leminal.space 29 points 11 months ago (1 children)

This is Crib trestle bridge of the Columbia & Nehalem Valley Railroad at the McBride Creek, circa 1905. A source: https://www.vintag.es/2017/10/vintage-photographs-of-incredible.html

Which says:

Early timber bridges had their drawbacks. Untreated lumber only lasted about 20 years and locomotives could easily cause the wood to catch fire. Collapses - rare today - were a regular occurrence on logging railroads and there are numerous accounts of train crews that regularly hopped off their slow moving locomotive as it approached a high, untrustworthy trestle, allowing it to cross before they would then run across the bridge and jump back on.

But that's about log bridges generally, not this one. Here's an unhelpful wiki page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crib_bridge

[โ€“] rustyredox@lemmy.world 12 points 11 months ago

So, you're telling me that conductors would ghost ride their own train as a safety precaution? What a wild time!

I can only imagine the instances where the track dipped downhill a little after a bridge, picking up unsuspected speed, and leaving the crew frantically sprinting after the caboose.

Or that one bad day, when it's late into your shift, and you're feeling kind of sick and tired, and just don't have it in you to jog after your train over the upteinth bridge tonight, so you decide to risk it, relax a little, and ride it out. But then your luck also runs out, and you fall down the ravine in a burning metal cage only to then drown in the river, like some big budget action shot in a 1926 silent-film.