A very few days after I joined the crew in Bremerton we boarded a train and headed to Astoria to commission the Pickens and begin our service on board. I have no memory leaving Bremerton and none of arrival in
Astoria, but I have memories of the middle of the trip. Our train broke down in a rural area, the only signs of civilization a small village. It was large enough to have a cheese factory and the kind residents gave us all the cheese we could eat. A small dog seemed to like us and we fed him cheese. No matter how much we offered him he accepted it. I often wondered if he survived after eating so much cheese. Several hours after the train stopped another locomotive arrived and we completed our journey. I invite any former Pickens crew members or members of their families to add their own or their relative's memories.
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