After this branch line was washed out in '72 we used to ride it on a home made 10 hp cart. We used a weed cutter mounted on the front driven by the engine to cut the weeds but alas we all went into different directions and Nature took over.
I remember one scarie night our first time out we were tooling along the rails in Glen Mills when the clickety-clack suddenly silenced and then just as suddenly reappeared.
Upon closer inspection we had just gone over a creek where the only thing remaining were a 60' pair of suspended rails.
