The morning was brutally cold up in the PA mountains, so as I waiting patiently for a westbound, I nearly froze. Finally, after a rare lull on Pittsburgh Line, an NS intermodal train emerged from the darkness of the Gallitzin tunnels. An oil train would soon follow, and yet another westbound would follow that one. Once one westbound came, the floodgates opened, as is commonly the case at a place like Gallitzin.
