In 2005, Union Pacific decided to tip its hat to some of the historical components of its system– railroads that had been acquired via mergers in recent years. Accordingly, the railroad commissioned some artists to develop designs based on six “heritage” railroads, which were then applied to six brand-new SD70ACe locomotives being built by EMD. The six railroads thus honored are the Western Pacific (WP), Missouri-Kansas-Texas (MKT), Southern Pacific (SP), Denver & Rio Grande Western (D&RGW), Chicago & Northwestern (CNW), and Missouri Pacific (WP). Note that none of these schemes were actual designs ever used by these railroads, a sore point with some railfans, but were inspired by elements used by them over time.
Some of the units were released in 2005, others in 2006. The D&RGW unit is one of the latter, unveiled (literally) in a special ceremony in Denver on June 17, 2006.
I had terrible luck ever photographing any of these units; I had one close call with 1989 in July 2006 but missed it by one day. For its first years 1989 spent most of its time in Colorado but my visits there had dwindled; before long UP released the unit into the wild and thereafter it could be literally anywhere on their system. So much for narrowing the odds.
A family member’s relocation to the Front Range happily coincided with a brief assignment of this unit to the Pueblo pool. On the evening of May 23, 2020, I glanced out the window at the sound of a passing train, and Lo and Behold! There she was, running second on a northbound rail train. Not as picturesque as leading, but who knew when another chance to see it would arise. Half a loaf… I decided that I would never forgive myself if I didn’t give chase.
(As things turned out, 1989 was leaving Colorado with this load of ribbon rail; within a few days it was in Oregon. Who knows when I would have encountered it again?)
Before the whole train had even passed, I hit the highway to try for some shots at Palmer Lake, just a couple of miles up highway 105. I discovered a small hill on the south edge of town– the Railfan Hump, as I learned later– and set up with about 90 seconds to spare.
Again it was time to jump behind the wheel, as the train started making speed across the top of the ridge. I managed to get out ahead of it again and parked on the high ground at Spruce. There was a southbound BNSF coal train on the near track, waiting for the rail train to clear the single-track at Palmer. It sat and waited as my quarry hustled by on the northbound main.