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      • The Holladay Overland Stage: 1 – The Central Route
      • The Overland Stage – 2 Company Operations
      • The Overland Stage – 3 Exploring The Route – An Overview
      • 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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I Likes Me Some Trains

The New American Digest Posted on April 27, 2025 by DTApril 27, 2025

Submitted by ghostsniper via comments
Posted by Vanderleun on January 23, 2019

Always have.

Rode em to death when I lived in Europe. They sway, back n forth, back n forth. Soothing. Specially at night time. You almost can’t NOT sleep at night on a train. Trains lull you to slumberland. That’s their job. That’s why no train has ever been robbed at night. The intentional robbers fall asleep against their will. Happens every time. Fact. Look it up.

And the clicking. The wheels going over the cracks between the rails. It disappears after a while, as you back burner it, but it’s always there. Just waiting for you to drop your guard, then the clicking starts all over again, then disappears again as your mind wanders. Trains make you think. Can’t help it. And remember. Can’t help that neither. One more thing on the trains resume.

The European trains were divided into little compartments with an aisle down 1 side. You could go into a compartment and slide the pocket door shut. Peace. As long as you had it to yourself which I frequently did. The big window occupied almost the whole wall, down to about 2 feet above the floor. It was like flying, about 8 feet above the ground. And backward if you preferred as there was a bench seat on either side.

I sat on the back porch of a caboose one time on a little stool the conductor placed there. Watching the track disappear in the distance. I broke out the sketchpad and drew what I saw.

The track started as a dot at the top center of the page and spread out into a triangle as it got to the bottom. I filled the page with the landscape I saw and flipped that page over and continued on the next page. This time the triangle was truncated, the top was cut off, and it still kept spreading and I kept drawing. The top of the railing was at the top of the page and the thin steel pickets below it and down at the bottom of that page was the stretched steel fencing floor and my feets so I turned the page again and kept sketching. Page 3 showed the back of me with the railing in front of me and the landscaping from page 1 smaller and getting distant. the view was through the window in the rear door looking out onto the porch. The up-close woodgrain of the door and, using artistic leeway, I drew the much lower latch mechanism higher so that it would be in the scene, but most of the action was out through the small round cornered window. Flip to sheet 4 and the rearmost seats were visible and also the topmost part of my skull through the now smaller door window. There was a young fraulein in one of the seats and she held a cat and wore typical traditional Deutch attire. Lederhosen, etc. I did about a dozen pages altogether, changing seats frequently and drinking dark brews slowly.

Many years later I scanned those sketches into the computer and after making copies I reduced them in size to 240×240 and printed them out. I cut them out with scissors, stacked them on top of each other in reverse order and stapled them together. Now, the pages could be fanned from the bottom (like the bottom right corners of the pages in “The Whole Earth Catalog”) and a “movie” could be seen of what I seen that day 30 years prior. It’s best to view it while sitting down for when viewing it it appears you are moving backwards and more than 1 person I have showed it to has lost their balance.

Yes, I likes me some trains. In 2000 I went into a train store and purchased an MTH O gauge Christmas train and a bunch of accessories, spending far more than I imagined trains cost. I had never owned a train before cept maybe a cheap battery powered one when I was little. This MTH train was BIG. The locomotive is a 4-8-8-4 and is about 14 inches long. The tender is another foot long. And they talk to each other and there’s an internal computer chip involved and a remote control. It plugs into the wall, makes smoke, rings the bell, does the whistle, and plays train station sounds. And from a wireless source, it will play Christmas or any other type of music or sounds that I want.

I’ve added to this set over the years and though I only set it up at Christmas time it takes all day to get it right. 27 cars as of this writing, some buildings, a bridge, a snow-covered lake with skaters I made from a scrap piece of mirror. And on and on. It circles the tree several times, up, up, and finally over the fireplace hearth then down, down, down, the other side. Smokin and chuggin the whole way. The cats are mesmerized when seeing it. The first time they were terrified and flew but then they slowly got used to it and started coming around. Caramel is the most drawn to it. I have to keep her back. Know how I do that? When she gets too close I hold the bell button down on the remote then hit the bellowing whistle button and she lays skid marks out of here. Careful though. Caramel is a big gurl, about 22 lbs, so when she ignites Christmas trees can teeter. Careful.

Then about a week after Christmas the whole thing reverses. Takes all day, cause I do it right. All the cars are put back in their boxes, wires are wound up and zip tied, trees are pulled backwards down their plastic tubes, batteries removed from the remote, etc. It’s a teary day when the train goes away….until next year.

I likes me some trains and we live about a mile from one and I hear it 2 times a day. On winter days, and nights, when the leaves are gone, I can stand on the back porch on the 2nd floor and peer through the skeletonized trees into the valley below and see the train and hear it’s mournful moan as it crosses the highway, goes around the curve, and disappears into the distance, like that track in my sketches so long ago. I likes me some trains.

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A Murder of Crows

The New American Digest Posted on April 25, 2025 by ghostsniperApril 25, 2025

A Gerard post, authored by ghostsniper: by Vanderleun on July 28, 2017
lifted from the comments: "Jeez, has it been 8 years already?"

This year the crows are back, after having been gone for the past 2 years. I’m talking about the BIG ones. Maybe 16-18″ tall, walk around with their arms behind their backs (not unlike Groucho Marx) like they are assessing everything. And talkin’ that shit. Loudly. VERY loudly. Easily the loudest birds in the forest, drowning out even the pileateds.

They are alert, watching each other’s backs, and they will see you before you see them. They keep their distance from you, at least 50 feet or more. Get closer than that and they take flight. Fraidy cats.

Crows is curious creatures, maybe an indication of higher intelligence. Oops. Did I just infer they could be human? OMG, you know what that means!

All black. Body. Beak. Legs. Eyes. Black to the core. And picky assed eaters. The other birds anxiously eat from the smorgasbord that is delivered daily but the crows are better’n that, so they think. I’ve seen a crow pick up a sunflower seed and throw it back down in disgust then run it’s yap for a bit then come back and pick it up again and head of to a high limb somewhere to enjoy that tasty snack.

6am to 8am is their staying connected time around here. Fortunately we are early risers so we are not unduly bothered by their group tirades. I find them humorous and enjoy watching them from afar. If I stay perfectly still on the porch they get closer for better viewing and they are magnificent creatures.

They have a purpose.

The crows do the jobs others don’t want to do. If a squirrel gets splattered on the road the crows are right there disposing of it. Nice. Then I don’t have to shovel scoop it up and dig a hole. They peck at it til it’s skin and bones, then the rest just magically disappears. Do they carry it into the woods? I’ve never seen a squirrel carcass in the woods. Do the crows eat the fur and bones? Don’t know.

As I said, the crows are the BIG variety. If they had a mind to, I imagine a group of 10 or more could most certainly take out a grown person. The beaks and claws look quite diabolical. At a full speed low angle dive I believe a 2″ black chisel beak would leave a deep permanent scar and maybe a trip to the ER. 10 of them punctures in rapid succession and you may succumb.

Then in a bit they will have picked you clean. And maybe we’ll find out what happens to the carcasses…..

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A Gerard Tale+ “American Digest Has a New Editor”

The New American Digest Posted on April 13, 2025 by GerardApril 12, 2025

by Vanderleun on October 28, 2018 ... with a bit of follow-on by DT
... (due to an error in judgement, this will be the only Gerard essay I'll be able to re-post) ...

Introducing Olivia aka “Olive” who, after an exhausting search and a searing series of interviews at the local Wags and Whiskers rescue station was hired for a cup of kibble, a splash of canned tuna juice, a slosh of water, a few tiny faux-tuna treats, and a signing bonus composed of a scratching post and an empty box. Now, after only three days on the job, the whinging meows have already begun.

According to my good friend Ray, these kinds of editors have been helping writers since (at least) the publication of The Book of Kells in the 6th Century.

Blackcat - by DT

He's a he, not a she; his name is not original: "BlackCat". Doesn't matter what his name is - he only responds to tuna and milk. He turns his nose up at wet food but enjoys crunchy kitty-kibbles. He once disappeared for 2 months, coming back home after we had given up on him, looking like he'd been on a 2-month cross-country bike ride to Sturgis.

The Betterhalf adopted a stray cat - or should I say, this stray cat adopted Betterhalf. Betterhalf doesn't like cats ... at the time. Did I mention I've been around cats most of my life? I'm a sucker for them, I know it, accept it, and enjoy their company. In all my years, there's only been one cat I didn't get along with - and the feeling was mutual.

But that's not this story.

The stray was obviously a pet, not feral - domesticated and feral cats are almost two distinct species. This stray had been on her own for a while, and was hungry. And desperate as it turned out. It was early December; winter coming on. Betterhalf thought we needed a cat for a potential mice problem at our relatively new (to us) house (bad enough to be in the disclosure statement) so she started feeding this stray.

And then found herself attached.
Betterhalf: "It WILL be an outdoor cat."
Sure ...

I was working out of town at the time; Betterhalf told me about her and that she was feeding well and getting fat. I got home for Christmas ... "Hey, Betterhalf, your cat is not "fat", she's pregnant."

The kittens were born in March. Mamacat got her name. Now, what to do with the kittens???
Need to keep them until they're weaned. Need to get them vaxxed and neutered ...

They're so cute.

Along about the next winter, another stray shows up. Young one - 5-6 months old, a bit younger than all 4 kittens we kept, acts feral but showed more signs of having been dumped. Could see it out on the edge of the sage every once in a while. Would sit some distance away and watch us. A bit of "Please let me in" and a whole lot of "Stay away".

The five cats we now had more or less ignored it.

It was winter; I may not go out and seek strays, but if one comes around, I'm not going to ignore it either.

So I started setting out bowls of milk for this stray. I'd have to set it out and go away, but he'd come to the porch and lap it up. He was getting along with the others - still kittens they were - and by the time this stray would come close to us, it was obvious it was younger than ours - and ours were only 9 months old.

So they all started being kittens together. Vaxxed and neutered ... and now Blackcat is part of the family. Been six years now.

Lost one of the siblings several years back. I suspect she didn't watch her 6 while out hunting. Likely a hawk.

Another stray lost kitten showed up ... and got got shortly thereafter.
(a different tale for a different time for which God will never forgive me)

Lately, we have a homeless beggar camping out in the backyard. Maybe 1yo, likely less than 2.
Named ("Noisy") but no house privileges.

Mamacat spends most of her time indoors these days.
Time passes for us all.

But the point being, Blackcat thoroughly enjoys sitting on my keyboard and helping me write ...
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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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