On the last page, Bob had yelled that the train was coming, then he disappeared.






Then, by some electronic phenomenon, I started receiving signals from the train's forward mounted camera which probably feeds its "little black box".



As quickly as the camera had picked up the signal, it was gone. I continued snapping away in hopes that it would return.


The bridge popped up almost immediately after the last car had cleared.

Bob had gone into the store for a beer. He evidently thought that he had time.
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Here's looking at the bridge from what was probably Bob's perspective.

I told him I'd take him over to Morgan City.

Next is a little catch up page.
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