You have to be crazy to do this stuff, or incredibly dedicated. In my case, I guess it's a little of both. On the east slope of Sherman Hill, Wyoming on May 25, 1987, I stepped back from the photo line far enough to get this shot. This is a chartered run sponsored Denver's Rocky Mountain Railroad Club of Union Pacific 3985 from Cheyenne to Laramie and back. This is the kind of adventure where you paid a premium price for a run with multiple photo opportunities such as this. Consequently, only hard core steam nuts and/or photographers would ride. In this case, David DeVault, Pete Morrisett, David Isaac and I flew to Denver for a week of railroading adventure sandwiched around this excursion. All participants must respect the photo line, so photographers are stretched left to right--but no one would dare step out front to be in someone's shot, lest they be bludgeoned to death with tripods! For those not familiar with this ritual, the train will back far around the curve and then charge ahead by the photo line, and slightly beyond. It will then back up to reload the passengers, and continue to the next photo spot. I can't recall the number of run-bys on this trip, but it had to be a dozen or more. The spectacle of all this had to be seen (and heard) to fully appreciate.