My adult rail obsession was awakened by a ride on the Rio Grande Zephyr to Glenwood Springs, in November of 1981. I began to try to model the train, and also began getting up on Saturdays to go shoot pictures of it-- two things about which I knew absolutely nothing. My new bride & I rode it on our honeymoon (Aug 1982), but before even our first anniversary passed, the train was history. I mourned for years... My folks were kind enough to give me a Minolta X700 as a
graduation present from CU (class of '84-- Go Buffs!), and I began taking rail
pictures as opportunity permitted. These became fewer when we moved to
northwest New Mexico a couple of months later... In the '90s, we discovered the newly-refurbished Ski Train, and we
began to take frequent trips to Winter Park. I have published a book, Rio Grande Railroad, dealing
with the history of this interesting line. You'll see lots of self-serving
propaganda for it on these pages. Historically, I have shot film rather than digital, but I
have recently acquired a digital camera. Most new
additions will be courtesy of my Konica Minolta 5MP camera.
My interests go far beyond railroading. I photograph
many types of subjects. I write and
perform music. I am developing a cartoon
series. I am an avid reader of history and historical novels, as well as many
other kinds of literature (e.g. everything from Jane Austen to Tom Clancy to
Twilight). We watch a LOT of movies. I love dogs and military
aircraft and ships and hiking and especially PAINTBALL. We are active in
our church. I'm contemplating another book, unrelated to railroads.
The biggest problem: just not enough hours in the day!
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Hi,
I'm Jim Griffin. I grew up
in Boulder, near the Rio Grande's Moffat Route, spending my formative years there, about 1965 through 1984. Now I'm fully formed, or deformed, or misinformed, or something.
I need to be re-formed, that much is certain! Anyway, my folks used to take us kids for drives and picnics to various locations along the Moffat Route, and so I developed an early love of the Rio Grande. My first grade class went for a ride on the Yampa Valley Mail in the Spring of 1967, from Rocky up to Rollinsville; that dome ride made one heck of an impression on
this 6-year-old kid. (I left my sack lunch on the train, but a crewman found it and returned it to me.) So, two
characteristics were formed in me early in life: a love of trains, and chronic absentmindedness!