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      • The Holladay Overland Stage: 1 – The Central Route
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      • The Overland Stage: 4 – South Platte/Julesburg/Ft Sedgwick
        • Jack Slade
      • The Overland Stage: 5 – Julesburg to Junction Station (aka Ft Morgan)
      • The Overland Stage: 6 – Junction Station to Latham
      • The Overland Stage: 7 – Latham Crossing to Fort Collins
      • The Overland Stage: 8 – LaPorte to Virginia Dale
      • The Overland Stage: 9 – Virginia Dale to Cooper Creek
      • The Overland Stage: 10 – Cooper Creek to Pass Creek
        • Fletcher Family
      • The Overland Stage: 11 – Pass Creek to Bridger Station
      • The Overland Stage: 12 – Bridger Pass to Duck Lake
      • The Overland Stage: 13 – Duck Lake to LaClede
      • The Overland Stage: 14 – LaClede to Almond
      • The Overland Stage: 15 – Almond to Rock Springs
      • The Overland Stage: 16 – Rock Springs to Fort Bridger
      • The Overland Stage: 17 – Fort Bridger to Weber Station

I find I don’t wish to explore new lands, but to explore again those I have already passed through, trying to see what I’d missed in the first hectic rush … Gerard Van der Leun

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Daily Archives: November 9, 2025

RIP Lenny Wilkins

The New American Digest Posted on November 9, 2025 by DTNovember 9, 2025

I had just mentioned I had met Lenny Wilkins at Bob's wedding - not knowing who he was.

I just read Mr Wilkins passed away today.

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Death After Dying…

The New American Digest Posted on November 9, 2025 by JeanNovember 9, 2025

originally posted by Jean - Feb 20, 2010
perhaps suggested as a result of "Bob B."

I genuflect
and wobble.
Incense stings my
throat.
Holy water splats
on her coffin.
Old voices, chanting,
float around me.
Dark, polished, hard wood
pews and walls.
Air is orange glow from
candles by the altar.
October cold, hiding
in the shade of the canopy
at the church cemetery, watching
Dad at the edge
of her grave.
Shoulders slumped. Looking down.
The last to leave her.
Three years later, December snow.
I hold his triangle-folded flag and
am the last to leave him
at the same cemetery.

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Train To Nowhere

The New American Digest Posted on November 9, 2025 by DTNovember 8, 2025

Up in northern New Mexico's coal country in 1905, the St. Louis, Rocky Mountain, and Pacific Company was formed to consolidate many of the coal mines in the area. The company also established or took over several small towns in the area. At its peak, the company controlled close to 1000 square miles of northern NM with a near monopoly on the regional coal sales.

In 1907, the company established the St. Louis, Rocky Mountain, and Pacific Railway Company to guarantee transportation for coal and coke traffic. The 120 miles of the line connected to three major railroads; the Santa Fe being the closest to the mining activities.

At that time, the swastika was a symbol of good luck; the railroad was also known as the Swastika Line (many of the older buildings in Raton* have swastikas embedded into the structures).

The railroad was sold to the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe in 1913 who ran it as a subsidiary and changed the name to the Rocky Mountain and Santa Fe Railway Company in 1915.

Following my not-unusual habit of not only not taking the road less travelled but following something more akin to two parallel footpaths - south of Raton, north of Maxwell, west of I-25, south of the Canadian River - I came upon this cluster of ruins, the most prominent of which was this old passenger car. Up under the roof - somewhat protected from the sun, wind, and rain - were the barely discernible letters "cific Railw".

Judging by the letter spacing, it appears this car was lettered for the 1907 line. Other evidence suggested it may have been used for a bunkhouse at someone's homestead; it is/was not near the assumed railroad. Putting scraps of information together, it appears this car may have been scrapped by the railroad, then bought and moved, when the railroad was sold to the Santa Fe in 1913 as all-wooden cars were being replaced with steel by 1910.

By its style, this car was probably built in the late 1880s to 1890s.

*Raton was a major Santa Fe railroad hub at one time; it supported helper engines for going over Raton Pass on the Colorado, New Mexico border, immediately to the north. Remnants of the roundhouse and other facilities are still evident. When I was there, the BNSF still maintained a small yard and Amtrak passed through although this was no longer a main line.

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you

Take me for a trip upon
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All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
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Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it


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