Drummond Junction: Cascadia Corridor Railroad

Consider downloading the Cascadia Corridor quickmod pack: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HnVzctTjaBR2IamGL5IF_TSIO46jrq9p/view?usp=sharing SD9-3 by long SD40-2 by PAIN ___________________________ Noah Townsend leaned back on the tired leather of the engineer’s chair. Folding his arms, and with a great sigh, he stared long at the red glow of the signal in front of him, not expecting it to change, but hoping regardless. The old, decrepit condition of the seat spoke volumes of the history of the engine he, begrudgingly, had the honor of being the hoghead in this dry, hot July evening. Begrudgingly, but only slightly so. The smell of oil and dust lingering in the cab of the SD9-3, even with the windows wide open, ever so slightly carried with it some nostalgia. An old tractor, long since broken down, or a ‘52 Chevy 3100 he worked so tirelessly to keep running. Those were the days, he’d tell himself, longing for a golden age that may or may not have truly existed. His early adulthood spent as a farm hand was brief, but so memorable. There were scarce other career paths in Warden, Washington, for a kid in his 20’s. When the recession of ‘81 came, those days ended. Packing up on what felt like the longest, lonesome road trip to Spokane, Noah would apply, and soon get hired by the Burlington Northern Railroad, and his ideal lifestyle of a country boy living and dying in his hometown was shattered. Maybe it was for the better, he didn’t know. In many ways, he still didn't. A couple failed marriages did a number on his recent memory. It was hard to look back to the previous year and feel the same way as his youth. Those were the days. “CC 103 east, pass signal at Donnelly.” Just a few more minutes, Noah thought to himself. He looked over to the conductor’s side. Mike Garcia sat unaffected by the thin layer of sweat coating his tan complexion. His gaze fixated on the ridge off to the south. An ochre canvas gave way to tall, contrasting dark conifers and bushes, the setting s