The Fall Hikes
by Gene DeVaux
Reprinted from "Crown Jewels of the Wire", November 1990, page 22
The Fall Hikes by Gene DeVaux
As I sit here writing this story, I can hear the horn of a distant
locomotive. It brings back memories of those cool fall days when I hiked down
the railroad looking for insulators.
Six years ago, when I was still living with
my parents, I had a close friend names Kevin. He and I worked together at the
local Chinese restaurant, and were longtime friends.
Kevin and I had similar
interests, such as hiking, fishing and collecting antiques. He knew of my odd
interest for insulators and suggested that we search the railroads for them.
I
had heard the railroads were a great place to find glass insulators, so I agreed
to try looking there.
Our parents weren't too happy about the idea of us hiking
down the railroads, but they allowed us to do it anyway. One thing they would
always ask, is where we would be hiking and what direction we would be headed.
This way they knew where to look for us if we didn't show up at the appointed
time. Of all those miles of track we hiked, we never even scraped a knee!
If we
started hiking in the afternoon, we would keep going until dusk. We would then
start on our way back, stopping to pick up the insulators we had found earlier.
By the time we reached the car, our arms would be full of insulators. If is
wasn't too cool, we would remove our shirts and use them like baskets.
Most of
the insulators we found were Hemingray 42's and aqua beehives. They seemed to be
everywhere along the tracks. Once in a while I might find a beehive
"star" or a signal "star", but that wasn't very often.
Nothing we ever found was very valuable. It was just fun to find something.
My
fondest memories of insulator collecting to date are of those fall hikes with
Kevin and an armful of Hemingray 42's.
Sometimes I still hike down the railroad
track by myself. It is a peaceful experience if the area you are hiking is
outside of the city limits. I recommend this to anyone, just bring your hiking
boots and something to drink. Who knows, that sparkle under the next bush may be
that "jewel" everyone dreams about.
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