Photo Essay: A Wine-Rail Excursion Through the Tunnels of Cuesta Grade

I hadn't heard about the train excursion to Pomar Junction hosted by the San Luis Obispo Railroad Museum until last year. In fact, I hadn't even heard about the SLO RR Museum until last year.



And by then, I'd already booked myself on one traincation. I didn't have the time—or money—for two.



So I planned ahead this year and found myself once again in San Luis Obispo—twice in one year, after not having been at all for over seven years.



But this time, I was at the train station and ready to ride the rails.



The train we took isn't a special train, per se.



It's one of the modern-era, double-decker Amtrak Coast Starlight trains, outfitted with sleeper cars.

Screenshot: Google Maps

The real attraction for me was the route the train would take on the way to Paso Robles.

Stenner Creek trestle, built 1904

It's a steep incline (and decline) known as the Cuesta Grade, a seemingly impassible stretch of terrain that was conquered by railroaders at the turn of the last century and cuts through the private La Cuesta Ranch and passes Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo and the California Men's Colony. 

Engineers had to blast a lot of rock to get a train to make the twists and turns necessary to ascend and descend the grade—over million cubic yards, some of which included California's state rock, serpentinite (composed of serpentine minerals).



Just like a hike, the most efficient way to take the 1140-foot elevation change is through a number of switchbacks...



...that take the train up into the Santa Lucia mountain range above Highway 101, which curves around the bend below.



And successfully making that difficult climb requires traveling into hand-drilled, redwood-lined tunnels...



...and out...



...and back in, over the course of 16 rail miles (though only 10 miles by car) at no more than 30 mph, several times over.



It's actually one fewer than originally planned, as one such tunnel caved in on itself in 1910. Unable to repair it, the railroad simply bypassed it—though you can see the sealed entrance today.



Although the train technically also passes right by the Pomar Junction vineyard, Amtrak doesn't like to make unscheduled stops at unofficial stations. So we took a bus from El Paso del Robles.



At the end of the line, we arrived at the tasting room of The Fableist, whose wines are each inspired by Aesop's Fables, like the Cabernet Sauvignon's take on "The Ant and the Cicada"...



...and the Gruner Veltliner take on "The Fox and the Stork."



Pomar Junction still owns the vineyard there and makes its wine from its grapes, but Fableist has taken over its tasting room.



And fortunately, it's preserved the "train stuff" that can be found on the tasting tables...



...and throughout the grounds.



It's also continuing Pomar Junction's "Train Wreck Fridays"—the party we stumbled into and then wholeheartedly joined.



After tasting a few Central Coast wines and knocking back a couple of full glasses...



...it's just my style to skulk around some rescued and relocated trains...



...though they may be considered "condemned."



In fact, that's even better.



In 1886, the Southern Pacific Railroad had reached Paso Robles, but it wasn't until 1894 that it met up with the Pacific Coast Railway in San Luis Obispo, thanks to the construction through "La Cuesta."

Although Union Pacific currently owns these rails and operates its freight trains, it's Amtrak that operates passenger trains through there, from LA to Seattle—which means any ticketed passenger can experience this engineering feat firsthand. It just helps to know what you're looking at.

For a detailed description of the route, click here. 

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Photo Essay: Fleeting Fame at Western Costume Company

I wanted to get into Western Costume in North Hollywood because it's exclusive.



I'm not a costume designer—or any designer at all.



I don't do background work anymore—and haven't for years.



Even when I did, I usually had to wear my own clothes as a costume.



I only went for a fitting once—and that was in New York City (for my appearance in a flashback scene in the Will Smith movie Hitch).



I would have to go to Western Costume as a tourist—and not a star (like Paul Newman getting fitted for From the Terrace, 1960).



And while it's true that leading men, like Laurel and Hardy (getting fitted for Dancing Masters, 1943)...



...and ladies, like Teri Garr for Young Frankenstein 1974, were fitted at Western Costume...



...and it's got historic individual pieces of clothing in its archives, like Rudolph Valentino's vest from The Son of the Sheik 1926...



...Laurey's dress worn by Shirley Jones in Oklahoma! 1955...



...the prison shirt worn by Tim Robbins in The Shawshank Redemption 1994...



...and the dress Shelley Long wore when her character accidentally fell in the pool in Troop Beverly Hills 1989.



But the costume warehouse isn't making many custom costumes anymore.



There aren't a lot of designs that are new.



Western Costume excels more in the clothing of the anonymous...



...the background characters defined more by their profession and era rather than their "motivation."



So Western Costume collects from vintage collectors, acquiring entire estates at a time...



...anything that would help dress hundreds of actors doing "extra work" on a single production.



There's no catalogue to browse. There isn't even a comprehensive inventory system based on barcodes. Those looking to costume their casts kind of have to just go and look.



Sure, there are categories—a certain taxonomy not unlike a giant library of textiles and accessories.



Like is grouped with like.



And someone has bothered to notice the most infinitesimal details that separate one piece of clothing from another—a notched lapel, the number and position of buttons, the stitching, etc.



Then again, if these costumes are being shot in the background, they're probably going to end up pretty small and blurry in the final product.



Those nuances may never be seen from afar.



Accuracy is not tantamount among the throngs of backgrounders.



But I suppose it's better to know what the differences are ahead of time...



...rather than think you've gotten something identical when, in fact, you haven't.



The same goes for the condition of the clothes.



While you're still waiting for your close-up, you can wear something that's a little torn, frayed, or discolored.



Imperfections can be covered up, when you're not in focus.



And when certain pieces in Western Costume's collection get to be beyond repair, it might be sold to the public in the parking lot for a buck or two.



This is a business of bulk.



Individuals can be sacrificed.



It's not about how many different headdresses they've got, but how many of the same ones they can rent out all at the same time.



Unfortunately, none of it is stored in a climate-controlled environment.



It's hot and humid in that huge warehouse, which was built in the 1950s and used to be a printing plant.



The only thing that keeps the moths away is the constant rotation of the stock.



Everything is endlessly browsed and picked over.



Even some of the marquee-level items in the archives aren't safe—though they're stored better.



Because when Western Costume needs some cash to acquire a new lot of vintage clothes, it might sell a dress or jacket famously worn by someone in the cast of Marry Poppins or Gone With the Wind. 



Its business isn't in preserving Hollywood history.



It's in making new history with old items.



And just like the sets that the studios once used and reused over and over again (and sometimes still do), they serve their purpose for one production and then go back into the supply chain.



Thanks very much to librarian/archivist Leighton Bowers and Atlas Obscura for the tour.

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