Tweety Pie & Sylvester the Cat.

OK, I'm Sylvester the Cat.
The yellow Union Pacific heirloom passenger train, I'll call" Tweety Pie".
I wished to catch her.
As in the cartoon, Tweety Pie always escapes and gets away.
That happened.   End of story.

The pursuit, though on the wrong rails, was not a total loss.
A lady stopped and asked me if I was "the guy" who hunted and chased trains.
I told her I was, not knowing what to expect.
She said she had found my site interesting. That was nice.

Sitting in Grosse Tete for hours, for the second time in a week, was a  bit painful.

The ride was not that bad and I again survived I Ten.

Here are a few pictures from this afternoon's pursuit of the illusive yellow bird.

Port Barre, a train was split (1:00)




I thought about this bridge as a Tweety Pie picture place. 1:15



This train was at Krotz Springs. 1:30




 It arrived at Livonia while I talked to a fellow rail enthusiast beneath the Livonia bridge.
I think we resembled the Trolls awaiting the Three Billy Goats Gruff.



I went to Maringouin where a northbound came through.
Perhaps it was ahead of Tweety Pie.



3:30  At Grosse Tete I found this old Southern Pacific engine, UP engine and train
playing on the two tracks.  No Tweety Pie was coming through while that went on.



They were building a train.



The two engines moved forward and then went back. Hum? Red and Gray.... Southern
Pacific. Could the colors have anything to do with the Confederacy? Me thinks so. If
not, I'll pretend.



Those were the cars they wanted behind them.







The pair headed off to the Moreley Bridge and Addis.  No Tweety Pie would becoming.





Amend the UP engine designation to HLCX.  The old SP engine might not be UP owned either.





I was told that Union Pacific had routed their train, Tweety Pie, onto  the BNSF rails of the Sunset Route.

It was at Cade as I arrived home at 5:30 pm.  I was done with Tweety Pie.
 I had enjoyed watching the old SP engine working and the Grosse Tete location,
not to mention a fan club member stopping by.

I,  Sylvester J. Puddy Cat, have lost any lust for Tweety Bird.  Her handler's
 sense of humor is not appreciated.