February 4th, 2011 — 5:45am

Mount Washington, New Hampshire
Now see these:
October 26th, 2007 — 7:00am

With Granddad at the top of Mount Washington.
October 25th, 2007 — 7:00am

Cog Railway up Mount Washington.
October 24th, 2007 — 7:00am

Cog Railway up Mount Washington.
October 23rd, 2007 — 7:00am

Here’s our guide and brakeman on the Mount Washington cog railway ride. On the way up, the brakeman (or brake gal in our case) doesn’t have much to do; gravity keeps the car from moving very fast, with the tons of steel and coal pushing behind it. But on the way down, she didn’t have much time for chatter; she was constantly at the two big wheels that controlled the braking system to check our descent. The trip down was a lot faster than the trip up . . .
One bit of Mount Washington lore that she didn’t tell us (and that I don’t recall seeing in the museum at the base of the mountain) was the 1967 train crash that killed eight passengers and injured seventy. There’s only one line up and down, so there are a series of complex switches that allow one train to sit on a siding while another train passes; apparently a switch was set improperly, causing the descending engine to derail and sending the passenger car hurtling down the track (the engine itself being the most effective brake).
It’s the brakeman’s task to inspect the switches after they’re set to avoid another tragedy; and for forty years they’ve done a fine job, though I’m sure there’s a fair amount of pressure on the brakeman’s mind during the inspection.
October 22nd, 2007 — 7:00am

The maximum grade on the cog railroad is 37.41%, with an average of 25%. This is incredibly steep–climbing to the front of the car during the assent takes some effort, and heading back down requires considerable care so as not to end up in a pile at the back.
October 21st, 2007 — 7:00am

We rode the cog railroad up Mount Washington on our summer trip, our first actual steam-engine ride. Up to now, all of our trains have been diesels or electrics; the cog railroad engine burns a ton of sooty coal and boils a thousand gallons of water on its way up the highest mountain in New England (and not nearly so much on the way down, with gravity helping out).
