Friday, July 24, 2026

The Skunk Train by Zina Abbott


 Those who receive my newsletter also received the opportunity to learn a little about my vacation to the Northern California coast where my husband and I rode the two tours offered by the Skunk Train. Here are more details about how that train started and evolved.

 

California Western Railroad Locomotive no. 45
 

The tracks for today's Skunk Train started being laid in 1885 to carry a logging train owned by the Fort Bragg Redwood Company to carry coast redwood logs from the dense redwood forest around Glenela (today's Glen Blair), about 6.6 miles from Fort Bragg. 

Loading redwood lumber on ships

From the logging site, the train moved the logs to the lumber mill along the coast, where afterward, most were shipped to San Francisco. In 1905, the railroad was renamed the California Western Railroad & Navigation Company. At first, the fleet of steamships were built with wooden hulls, but later the newer ship hulls were built with steel.

Union Lumber Company, Fort Bragg, California

Logs bound for Ft. Bragg, ca. 1890s

In 1891, the lumber company was incorporated into the new Union Lumber Company, but the railroad stayed with the parent company until 1969. To get past the high peaks of the Mendocino Range, which is part of the series of California Coastal Ranges, the rail company employed Chinese tunnel builders to complete a 1,184 foot tunnel from Pudding Creek to the Noyo River, which allowed the rail line to access and transport redwoods farther east once the forest in Glenela was harvested. 

 

Rails roughly follow Pudding Creek and Noyo River from Ft. Bragg to Willits

As each logging area was harvested, the tracks were built in the steep coastal range valleys loosely following the Noyo River. There was an average 3.3 percent grade with five 33-degree horseshoe curves.

 

As an area was logged out, the tracks were gradually built farther east and a new logging camp was created. Using the train, loggers' housing was moved to logging camps.

 

Map of Crowley Cabin Site, courtesy of Skunk Train tours.


 One of those logging camps, Crowley, which is about ten miles west of Willits, California, is now the turn-about point of the Wolf Tree tourist run operated by today's Skunk Train.

 


The completion of a 795 foot tunnel, Tunnel #2, on the summit allowed for the railroad to be extended to the logging and lumber town of Willits, now close to Highway 101 in California. This allowed the California Western to connect with the Northwestern Pacific Railroad at Willits, which provided a faster and less-treacherous means of travel between Fort Bragg and San Francisco.

 


With the construction of a branch line northward, trains brought logs from the Ten Mile River to the Fort Bragg sawmill until in 1949, the rails were replaced by logging trucks using a road. 

How did the Skunk Train get its name? 

 


As roads were built and both freight and logging diminished on the rail line, many of the older cars were scrapped. To bring in revenue, gas-powered, self-propelled passenger railcards that resembled trolley cars were added to the line. With oil added to the gasoline, the cars emitted a foul-smelling exhaust that many people equated to the stink of a skunk. And, due to the steep canyon walls along the Noyo River, the little towns that still existed along the line claimed that -- like a skunk -- a person could smell the railcar coming before they could see it.  

The cars were nicknamed "Skunks." They continued to provide passenger service between Fort Bragg and Willits until 1949. 

In 2001, all freight service was discontinued. The emergency order by the Federal Railroad Administration effectively removed the California Western Railroad from the national rail network.

California Western eastbound on first crossing of the Noyo River

The train still offered passenger service and tours until fifty feet of Tunnel No. collapsed in 2013. An arrangement allowed the line to continue until the damage caused by the 2015-16 El Nino shut down Tunnel No. 1 until extensive repairs could be made.  

To raise funds for repairs to Tunnel No. 1 so that passenger service and tours between Fort Bragg and Willits might continue, the rail line, which now operates as the Skunk Train as part of the California Western Railroad, offers two short tours--both with diesel locomotives pulling vintage rail passenger coaches and a open cargo car each.

 

One is out of Willits, called the Wolf Tree Turn.


 One is out of Fort Bragg, called the Pudding Creek Run.  

 

Pudding Creek used to hold logs bound for sawmill.

 As a side note, Pudding Creek on the north side of Fort Bragg, which for a time was dammed and used as a holding pond for logs brought from points east by the railroad, was original known as the "Put In" Creek. During stormy or foggy weather, it was considered a good place for ocean-going boats to "put in" and wait out the weather.


 


 

My latest book scheduled for release next week on July 30th is Sophia's Dance Surprise. Helena, Montana, in the 1880s was more gold-mining country. To find the book description and pre-order link, please CLICK HERE

 

 

 


My book, Ardith Yosemite Bride, includes several scenes involving a railroad which originally expected to make most of its revenue transporting tourists to Yosemite National Park. However, in reality, once roads improved and automobile travel became more popular, the Yosemite Valley Railroad--much like the California Western Railroad that eventually became known as the Skunk Train--ended up being a large transporter of logs harvested from the mountains around the national park and the mill in Merced Falls. To find the book description and purchase options, please CLICK HERE



Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_Western_Railroad

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noyo_River

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Fort_Bragg,_California

https://www.kelleyhousemuseum.org/tiny-houses-in-the-redwoods-a-century-ago/




Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Pearl S. Buck's romance novel

 


Were you required, in school, to read "The Good Earth" by Pearl S Buck? It was the best selling novel in the United States in 1931/1932. I can't remember the details of the story, but even at my young age, I was impressed with the fact that Pearl S. Buck was the first American woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938. 

All those years ago, it did not occur to me to researched what else she may have written. Now, just recently, I found out this prolific author wrote many novels revolving around love and marriage. Amongst her works, she wrote an historical romance called Death in the Castle. 


     This quintessential gothic romance, published in 1965, is true to the time period with a spooky castle, secret rooms, and an interloper American protagonist creating havoc in the British heroine's isolated lifestyle and castle.


 There are hints at the unfairness of class distinction, but on the whole, the story is a sweet product of the time, wherein just a steadfast gaze, or hands accidently touching, can bring about an overwhelming physical reaction rendering clear logic impossible! 
   The book has seen several covers, these were so representative of the time period. 
 


     Born in West Virginia, in October 1892, Pearl's parents took their 4-month-old baby to China. Although she traveled back and forth between China and the USA, she spent the majority of her first 43 years overseas. The daughter of missionaries and later as a missionary herself, she worked to help others as she began her writing career as a means of support.
   A prominent advocate and activist for women's rights and racial equality, she was particularly well known for her efforts on behalf of Asian and mixed-race adoption. She founded the first permanent foster home for US-born mixed-race children of Asian descent. 
  Her first marriage was not successful, but did result in a child, Pearl Buck’s daughter, Carol (born 1920), suffered from phenylketonuria (PKU), a rare metabolic disorder. She never failed her daughter, even when struggling to make ends meet. 
  After returning to the United States in 1935, she married her publisher Richard J. Walsh and continued writing prolifically.



     

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Tuesday, July 21, 2026

More Than Getting the Details Right

 

When people hear the word research, they usually picture stacks of books, endless Google searches, or someone buried in notes about horses, law enforcement, or military life. 

I know that’s where my head goes. 

And yes, there's plenty of that. My search history scares me sometimes. I’m sure one of these days I’ll have to explain why I was researching drugs used with kidnapping. (If you’re interested, there’s a scene in Saving Maddie.)

I spend a lot of time making sure the details are right. If I'm writing about a sheriff's department, I want the procedures to feel authentic. If my characters are ranchers, I want their world to feel believable. If someone is recovering from an injury or navigating a difficult chapter of life, I want to understand the realities they face.

Those details matter, if they’re not there, characters tend to be flat, which we can’t have that. 

But details are only part of the story.

The research that takes the most time rarely has anything to do with facts. Sure, I’ve figured out how that kidnapping happens, that was the easy part but what about the things that go with it. The pieces that pull at the heart strings.  

Instead, I find myself asking different questions.

What happens to someone's confidence after an injury changes their life overnight?

How does grief reshape a family?

How do childhood experiences influence the choices we make as adults?

What does healing really look like?

Not the movie version. The real version. The one that's messy, frustrating, and rarely follows a straight line.

Those are the answers I'm always searching for. They’re the ones that give the story life.

I don't want my characters to feel perfect because people aren't perfect. Ever met a perfect person? I haven’t but I’d imagine they’d be awfully dull. 

I want my characters to carry scars. To make mistakes. To wrestle with fear, guilt, pride, and hope. I want them to have strengths they're proud of and weaknesses they'd rather hide. I want them to be the kind of people you might recognize because, in one way or another, they remind you of someone you know...or maybe even yourself. My goal is always characters people can relate too. 

Lately, that's been especially true as I've been spending more time with the residents of Knight Ranch.

Some of the biggest lessons haven't come from learning about ranch life or law enforcement. They've come from trying to understand the emotional journeys these characters are on. Why they make the choices they do? What they're afraid of. What they're willing to fight for, and what they're still learning to forgive themselves for.

That's the kind of research that doesn't come from a textbook.

It comes from listening, reading, studying and yes, even watching movies and TV Series. 

Because at the end of the day, my stories have never really been about cowboys, small towns, or even romance.

They're about people. People who are trying to find their way after life doesn't go according to plan. The last few weeks, I’ve started to discover what happens when your life doesn’t go as planned. One bad day changes everything. 

People learning that asking for help isn't weakness.

People discovering that family isn't always the one you're born into.

And people slowly realizing they're still worthy of love, even after everything they've been through.

That's why I spend so much time researching.

Not because I want every detail to be perfect.

Because I want every character to feel real.

And if I've done my job well, by the time they reach their happily ever after, it won't just feel satisfying.

It will feel earned.


Want a sneak peak? 

“Looks like you made a friend.”

I grumbled. “You’re married to Shep Hayes?”

“Guilty.” She smirked.

“Why?” 

She raised an eyebrow.

“That’s quite a loaded question, Sergeant.”

I ignored her attempt at deflecting. 

“Did you invite her here?”

Claire folded her arms and huffed.

“I invited my sister-in-law to lunch.” 

I stared at her. 

“The rest…” She gave a shrug. “...was out of my hands.”

I wasn’t sure I believed her.

She leaned forward. 

“You aren’t getting out of that chair if you keep shutting everyone out.”

I looked away, my hand tightening into a fist. 

"I can't call your family for you." Her voice softened. "Believe me, if I could, I would."

She glanced toward Teddy.

"It's been hard enough keeping this from Shep, once I figured out who you were."

Her eyes found mine again.

"I refused to give up on you."



Thursday, July 16, 2026

Honky-Tonk Saloons


 

 A honky-tonk saloon of the 1870s and 1880s was rarely the polished establishment depicted in old Hollywood films. Most were rough, hastily built frame buildings with swinging batwing doors, scarred wooden floors, and bars fashioned from whatever lumber was available. The air hung thick with cigar smoke, kerosene fumes, spilled whiskey, and the smell of sweat, leather, and trail dust. Tin lanterns or oil lamps cast uneven pools of yellow light that left corners in shadow, where poker games, whispered deals, or wary strangers could remain unnoticed A piano--often badly out of tune--provided a constant soundtrack of jigs, reels, sentimental ballads, or the latest popular tunes, while patrons pounded mugs on tabletops and joined in loud, off-key choruses.

 Unlike respectable hotels or gentlemen's clubs, honky-tonks catered to cowboys fresh off the trail, buffalo hunters, railroad workers, miners, gamblers, drifters, and anyone with coins to spend. Faro and poker tables competed with the bar for attention, while dance hall girls encourages customers to buy overpriced drinks in exchange for a dance or conversation. The proprietor kept one eye on the till and the other on brewing trouble, knowing that too much whiskey, a crooked card  game, or a careless insult could erupt into a fistfight--or worse.  Despite their reputation gunfights inside saloons were less common than popular fiction suggests; most disputes ended with bruised knuckles, broken chairs, or someone being thrown into the street by the bartender or bouncer.

For Western readers, the honky-tonk is more than a colorful backdrop--it is the crossroads where every social class and every kind of traveler briefly intersect. A trail boss might bargain with a cattle buyer in one corner while a deputy questioned a suspect across the room, a gambler quietly marked cards under the lamplight, and a wary piano player drowned out the noise with another ragged tune. Rumors, cattle prices, election news, wanted posters, and stagecoach schedules all circulated as freely as the whiskey. In these noisy, smoke-filled rooms fortunes were won and lost, alliances were forged, romances began, and feuds that started with a careless glance could shape the next chapter of a  memorable Western tale.

Sandra


 
 

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