Re: La Mesa again. My train moving east (uphill) was stopped at Caliente. As the rear end of the westbound passed, I had the grade. John Rotsart, the then director of the entire museum, but also one of the founding members of the La Mesa club too was standing right there at the bottom. I was up above the loop, maybe six feet higher...but it was my train. I owned it.
In those days there was no DCC, no throttle steps...just the knob. So I started the train slowly...carefully...to stretch the slack...and then ramped it up a bit through the reverse 180 degree curve and on up the hill.
John watched the whole thing. The meet and pass, and then my start up the hill.
I got it up to about the switchback to the left when he looked up me and said simply "nice start."
Truly the best compliment I ever received on my train-handling skills, even today.
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John was also one of the founding members of the original club, the Northern and Gulf. A small remnant of the original layout sat for years as a display piece, disconnected from everything.
At some point, John, on behalf of the original members, sold that last portion to a guy who wanted to expand upon it for his kids for Christmas. And I was lucky to be there that day when the last part of the original layout went through the double door (we tilted it ninety degrees to get through the door), and then back up to flat again onto the back of a flatbed truck.
So I was there that day to be a part of the final end of a club I never belonged to in the first place...and a larger club I never really belonged to--officially anyway, since I was out of state. A rather unique place to be.