At the Museum of Northern Arizona, in Flagstaff, an old friend, Southwest Lumber #12 sits alongside a log car and a retired Santa Fe caboose. Her number boards are out, but this 2-6-6-2 still remains in fair to good shapem considering she's kept outdoors. Stack is capped, but the "nasty" remains under the boiler jacketing. 2-8-0, #2, sits in downtown, next to the Amtrak Station.

The 12 used to reside at the County Fair Grounds off of I-17. It was a determined friend who got it to the museum after the county did not want it at the fair grounds. If you look at the log car, it is a little shorter than designed. The missing middle section used to reside out back but I do not know if it is there today or not. This same individual managed to get BNSF to move the 25 across the mainline when it resided across from where it is now by towing it to East Flag and crossing it over for the shove move to where it is today. The story of how he saved the 25 from the scrapers is one of determination and trickery. He did write a book about that adventure.

Robby Peartree

He did more than that. Both locomotives are fairly well maintained, and a credit to the community.

Quite true; unfortunately, that hasn't kept the critics' mouths shut, but they (naturally) aren't doing anything to help, either...

The person who made those accomplishments was recently recognized by the Arizona Historical Society for a lifetime of work on many issues. These two displays were not his only railroad preservation efforts as many efforts including the C&TS and the NN have also benefited from his time and generosity.

Mr. Glueck, I am sending him a package and I plan on copying your post as I think he will appreciate it.

Sincerely,
Robby Peartree

And you're right, the condition of both locomotive is to the credit of the community, but I believe to "their saivor" has done far more than a passerby would know. Kinda reminds me of how I found out Bob Buck helped originate the Amherst train show in Springfield... You can know someone, but there is no limit to what one can accomplish, and at times you might not know about those accomplishments until you look in just the right place.

I remember her as a budding railfan on our family vacation to Arizona from the Chicago suburbs.



She was probably the first articulated I had ever touched and certainly the first logging engine. My note on the slide says Flagstaff and July 21, 1962. That's my sister on top, brother climbing, Mom, and Dad in the Pontiac Station Wagon in the background that made the round trip with the seven of us.

Glad to hear she's still around. I need to go find her again. A big thanks to those who "saved" her.