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Mount Washington Cog Railway | Yankee Classic

Mount Washington Cog Railway | Yankee Classic
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At the summit, which is covered in snow eight months of the year, the Sherman Adams Observation Center is crowded with people. Most have driven their cars up the auto road on the other side of the mountain. A few are hikers, smelling of wet wool, who look weary but victorious. On a good day the view would be spectacular four states and into Canada. P. T. Barnum called the Cog and its mountain the second greatest show on earth. But today is not one of those days.Ed has turned all the seats around, so we ride down with the mountain at our backs. In front of us, in the down-mountain end of the car, Ed grips one giant brake wheel with his gloved hands and turns. The brakes release with a stuttering creak. He spins the other wheel, throwing his whole body into it. The coach lurches forward. Ed’s full attention is on the job at hand. He keeps one eye alert for landmarks that remind him where the track pitches downward, where the flats are. With the other, he carefully watches the distance between the coach and the engine, releasing the brake along the fiats and pushing the engine, applying more brake in the steep spots in order to take the weight off. That’s something that surprises a lot of tourists — “goofers” as the coggers sometimes call them. For safety reasons the coach and engine are not attached. Each has its own braking system, so that if something were to happen to the engine, the car could descend on its own.

Coggers point out that the Cog has the best safety record of any railway in this country — only one accident involving passenger fatalities in 120 years of operation. “It’s too bad,” says Cathy Bedor, marketing director and wife of owner Joel Bedor, “that instead of saying, ‘Oh, what a phenomenal safety record,’ so many people say, ‘Oh, what a terrible accident.’ ” But that day in 1967 is hard to forget. It was September 17, late in the season. The sun was low in the sky as the last train of the day began its descent. The 56-passenger coach was packed full. According to Bray, there were at least 70 people, maybe as many as 85.

As the train reached Skyline Switch, it didn’t stop. Nobody ever did in those days. The crew had every reason to believe that the switch had been left, as always, in the straight position. Still, if they had been watching, if the sunlight shining into the back of the cab had not been so blinding, they might have spotted the small piece of track that was set incorrectly.

But they didn’t. The engine hit the rail first, rose up suddenly, jolted sideways, and came down, wheels on the timbers. Before the crew could act, the front cog wheel did exactly the same thing. Now both cogs were out. The engine teetered, then flopped onto its side, leaving the coach all by itself.

According to Bray, the brakeman now had less than two seconds to get the car stopped before its first cog hit that rail. He tried, but wasn’t quick enough. By the time that rear cog wheel came out, he had maybe four seconds to stop the car by applying the brakes to the up-mountain axle, where the front cog was still in the rack. A passenger lunged to help him. They made a desperate effort, but to no avail. Now the coach was riding only on its wheels, the brakes were useless, and as it pitched over the top of Long Trestle, the train began to accelerate. There was no way it could stay on the trestle. The coach toppled off and landed on its side, completely smashing one end. The number of people in the coach probably served as a cushion, helping to reduce the casualties, but eight were killed, three of them children. Many were badly injured.

Bobby Trask, train master at the Cog, remembers seeing the bodies of the victims carried off the mountain. “It’s something that sticks in your mind forever,” he says. “I get nervous every time I go up. You can’t take anything for granted.” Today, engineers are thoroughly prepared and tested during several seasons as brakemen and firemen. Nobody becomes an engineer until Trask gives the OK. “If they aren’t ready, I don’t qualify ‘em,” he says. And the trains come to a dead stop before they pass through the switches.

“The really sad part of that accident,” says Bray, “is that it was a very preventable thing. Just what caused it will never be known for sure. It could have been a hiker tampering with the rail, and yes, it could have been negligence on the part of the train crew — though I doubt it.” One thing is clear, though. The accident was the result of human error, not mechanical failure.

Today as we descend, the train chugs with reassuring regularity, a steady four miles
per hour. Suddenly the engineer signals from the cab. The brakeman winds the brakes. Metal screeches. The train halts. The sudden lack of motion is unsettling. A little boy shouts from the back. “Hey, what’s going on?” Ed waves a reassuring hand, exchanges words with the engineer about butterfly valves. The fireman fiddles with something outside the engine. When we start again, the relief is palpable. The downward journey of our three-hour round-trip is only slightly faster than the upward climb. And today, because there are so few trains on the mountain, we do not have to wait at the switches.

In 1988 the Cog had its best season ever — 58,000 riders; in 1989 ridership was down to 51,000, but that’s still the second-highest ever. Current owners Wayne Presby and Joel Bedor insist that the Cog is a viable business venture. Others are skeptical. “It just doesn’t generate enough capital to make the needed improvements,” says Walter Mitchell, the clerk in charge of the Mount Washington post office. He’s observed 29 seasons at the Cog. “It’s been limping along since 1931,” he notes.

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One Response to Mount Washington Cog Railway | Yankee Classic

  1. rick parker August 13, 2014 at 8:02 am #

    the only time i was on this mountain was when i was a teen . me my dad and a few of his friends hiked to the top . at the mid way point we encountered a thunder and lightning storm , lightning hit the ground behind us . it sounded like a freight train when it passed us trying to find an opening to go to the earth . all you could smell was burning dirt and then it disappeared into a hole . when at the top we encountered high winds , rested up for the walk down , we took the easy way this time walking down by the road . the best part about the whole day was seeing thing you would never see before at ground level

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