Ramblings about model-building, model railroading… railfanning… and life
You’ve stumbled into Jim Griffin’s blog! Stay tuned here for my ramblings about model-building, model railroading in specific, railfanning in general, and life at large.
This is a supplement to my main website, www.ACTIONroad.net, which is where I keep the photos and the history. The blog here, well, this is where I keep the random thoughts, the meaningless trivia, and perhaps occasionally the helpful hint about stuff.
If you’re not familiar with my vast corpus (I refer to publishing, not to my physical bod– and I am losing weight so there!), I am the author of a book on the Rio Grande railroad and have written several modeling articles for the Prospector. I build stuff on the cheap, which means there’s always a problem to solve. Sometimes I even come up with a solution. Kinda like the On The House show, only 87 times smaller!
If life has taught me anything at all, it’s that time is fluid. Stretchy. Compressible. Short moments that last forever, and years that pass in a blink. As The Doctor (in Doctor Who, the weird British sci-fi series that itself has become somewhat eternal) would say, it’s a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey thing. But mostly, for those of us who lack a time machine, time basically accelerates… with time… and before you know it, your whole life is behind you.
Now, technically, everyone’s whole life is always behind them. Since, you see, the future has not happened yet, therefore it does not exist, therefore all the life that anyone has is that which they’ve already had, therefore their whole life is behind them, always. But– that’s an argument against myself, and as a rule I don’t allow that, so we’ll dispense with the technicalities and move on!
Where was I? Oh, yes. So, there’s this thing, this trap, that many of us fall into. This trap where we say, “When I get all this other stuff sorted, I’ll take the trip. I’ll remodel the spare room. I’ll learn the piano. I’ll write that book. I’ll bungee-jump the Royal Gorge. After I get all this other stuff sorted.” (I’m using “sorted” in the British sense, which means that I’ve been watching too much of The Crown and Doctor Who and The Chronicles of Narnia again. Maybe it’s British entertainment that’s my personal trap?) In other words, we allow the mundane to control our existence, and we allow that which is special to slip away.
I’ll use my wife’s aunt and uncle as an example. During their entire marriage, he worked long hours and put everything into his job, not spending much time with his wife (except just enough moments to generate a bunch of kids). Saving all the fun for when he retired. Sacrificing the present for the future, which I suspect included their relationship, which I also suspect may be why she smoked and drank. So, one day, the future finally arrived, it was time for him to retire, and he did so– just in time for her to be found with cancer. In a matter of a few short months, she was gone. So remind me: why was it that he worked so hard all those years and spent all that time away from her?
Well, maybe Uncle Jack preferred to spend time at work than with Aunt Kitty. If so, then good for him, although I bet Aunt Kitty didn’t prefer that. Not unless she liked to drink alone or something. Even if he was living his preferred life, she wasn’t, and suddenly it was gone. So maybe the lesson to learn here is, take charge of your own dang life.
I think that Jack and Kitty’s story provide a multifaceted object lesson, but the overall summation might be, don’t let time slip away.
Well, that’s all very cheery stuff, Jim (you say). I come here to read about hobbies and modeling, and you’re laying this heavy philosophical crap on us?
Stay with me. This has application of a positive nature, and I’ll give you an example from my own hobby set, railroading. You see, I dearly love to ride trains, especially in scenic places like the mountains of Colorado. The top of that heap is the line west of Denver on the Moffat Line (now owned by Union Pacific and served by Amtrak). Starting in 1993 I started dragging the family up from New Mexico to ride the erstwhile Ski Train up the mountain and back, at least once a year. Eventually I started getting the dreaded “not again!” response from people, and I reluctantly gave up on the idea. Then in 2009 the Ski Train was abruptly cancelled and I lost that opportunity, forever. So, let’s list the regrets from this. Do I regret the 10 or 12 trips we made to ride the train? No. Do I regret giving up the trips while they were still possible? Yes.
But now, I can remedy the situation! Thanks to Amtrak– and I can’t believe I’m thanking Amtrak for anything– there’s a new service over the same route, called the Winter Park Express. This (2018) is the second full year of service, and I took the initiative to book a trip. And yes, we’re making a family event of it. After a hiatus of 14 years, we will be riding through the Tunnel District once again. Hopefully not for the last time, either.
I’m making an effort to apply this principle to other areas in my life. I realize that I have wasted literally decades in needless frustration staying with depressing organizations, simply because I felt too guilty or duty-bound or just plain loyal to find a better situation. No more. Next time, and the next, I will simply, and without bitterness, move on. I refuse to get sucked into the drama of other people’s bad choices. I choose to decide where the boundaries are, and to respect them. Love is one thing; needless self-imposed misery is another! Getting a little far afield from riding trains here, but it’s connected in the sense that I just don’t want to waste any more of my time on pointless futility. The larger share of my life is behind me now (even if you ignore the second paragraph in this essay). My time is precious.
But, in the main, Time is an unsympathetic teacher, a terrible taskmaster, and a cunning trickster. As we age it quietly speeds up on us. If you’re not careful, you can fritter it all away. You have to remember to actively look for chances, else they will simply… pass you by.
Some smart Roman dude once said, Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Avail yourself of opportunities. Don’t let the moment pass by. Take the trip. Remodel the spare room. Learn to play the piano. Write that book. Bungee-jump the Royal Gorge. You can sort the laundry when you get home. There’s all the time in the world to take care of the mundane stuff.
Sometimes, memories without cameras to help preserve them are the most vivid of all
In an earlier post I discussed of memories and nostalgia as it relates to our leisure pastimes. It turns out I’ve had several such moments related to railfanning in which I found myself sans camera, and all I had to remember them with was my own senses. Here’s a selection of a few such events. Maybe this will inspire you to dust off your own recollections and relive some of those magic moments of your own.
Sledding and Surprises
It was the winter of 1978 and I was a senior in high school. I had a good friend, Curt, and the two of us were oddly obsessed with snow– and sledding on it. One Saturday morning we decided to load up his VW and go west until we found something white to slide on. Not our first such attempt; on a previous occasion we had gotten clear up into the Indian Peaks wilderness west of Boulder in a (vain) attempt to find snow. Now, a couple of months later, we reckoned that we had a better shot at it. I guided the expedition to a place west of Rollinsville, in the upper reaches of South Boulder Canyon. We followed the snowy gravel road through the steadily-falling snow past Tolland and pulled over just east of a railroad overpass. I knew the area pretty well, since even as a child I’d been obsessed with the Moffat Tunnel. We were just a couple miles east of the tunnel and it was a good hillside for sledding.
[Google earth: 39°54’08.21″ N 105°36’50.30″ W]
Being both in the prime of youth and reasonably fit, we steadily built a toboggan run from the top of the hill down towards the road. This was no mean task considering the deep and drifting snow, the cold air, and the elevation– right at 9,000 feet. By the way, I use the term “toboggan” only loosely; our only equipment was a couple of Mini-boggans. Remember those? A rolled-up piece of stiff plastic with a hole for a handle in one end, suitable for getting oneself intimately acquainted with the ground, and getting killed during the introductions. They were almost large enough to hold a fourth-grader, or to cover everything between my collarbone and my knees, if I were careful. Anyway, the snow was falling in huge flakes and we were completely covered in it. The day was dim due to the thickness of the clouds and density of the snowfall. And yet, not long after our arrival, I was able to plainly hear the muffled call of train horns down the valley to the east. I’d secretly hoped we would see a train or two, and my wish was to be fulfilled in the most unexpected way.
The tracks here follow a sweeping S curve that brings them from the south to the north side of the broad valley, climbing all the while to reach the upper bench where the tunnel is located. Much of that climb is hidden back in the trees, so when the headlights finally shone through the snowflakes I was amazed to see that the train was led by an F unit. A string of F units! In beautiful golden orange paint.
(As an aside, keep in mind that I was not a “connected” railfan, or a railfan in any real sense of the word, at this time. I hadn’t seen an F unit in a decade, since I was a child, and had no idea that any still existed.)
I can see the scene now, some forty years later, like a movie playing in my head. The train in its matching golden paint rounding the curve below us through the dim light, diesels muttering, snowflakes glowing in the headlights. Mixed in with the power was something that looked like a steam locomotive tender. Behind this was a passenger train, painted to match the locomotives, and even then I recognized them as being old heavyweight cars. I stood dumbfounded at this relic from the past, and recorded the scene in memory as it clattered around the curve towards Moffat and was lost from sight.
Later I learned that this was the Ski Train; the F units were the F9 trio normally assigned to the Rio Grande Zephyr; that the strange car shaped like a tender was in fact a steam generator car. Furthermore, I’m 90% sure that this was February 26th, the day of the Moffat Tunnel 50th Anniversary ceremonies being held just up the hill from us. This is why the F units were on the Ski Train that day. If only we’d known!
But that snowy morning during my last semester of high school, all I knew was that I’d gotten to watch a rare and beautiful railroading scene.
When we were newlyweds in Boulder, night-time drives in the mountains were often a thing. Not infrequently these would put us in the proximity of railroad tracks. (This is hard to believe of me, I know, but nonetheless true.) Two such excursions come to my mind, brief little episodes that I still see in my memory. Considering that it was completely dark and no photograph would have worked had I even tried it, my memory is all the recording device we have on it, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Nocturne the First: One such evening, guessing early 1983, we drove up above Boulder and onto the Gross Dam road. This gravel road winds around and crosses South Boulder Creek below the eponymous dam, climbing the south side of the canyon where it crosses the Rio Grande’s right-of-way and ultimately emerges on Colo. 72 below Wondervu.
[Google Earth: 39°55’45.25″ N 105°20’36.51″ W]
This particular night we parked north of the tracks to see if there might be a train coming by. Shockingly (considering my luck most of the time), a we soon heard a westbound train approaching in the darkness. Even more shockingly, I remember most of the details. It had several locomotives up front, 38 piggyback flatcars, and a helper shoving on the rear. A lot of power for not much train, I remember thinking. Too dark to see much of anything, but the scene conveyed the message that the business and drama of railroading goes on continuously, even in dark, remote places.
Nocturne the Second: Another meeting was more deliberately designed. It is entirely possible that it was the same night as the story above, but I really can’t tell you one way or the other! We (I) wanted to watch the Rio Grande Zephyr on its descent into Denver. This is definitely early 1983, probably February. At the time we were borrowing my parents’ 1972 Suburban, as our own Mustang II hatchback had recently bent a rod one cold morning. This night we drove the gas-guzzler down to the Blue Mountain Road crossing, on the south shoulder of Coal Creek Canyon’s mouth. South cheek of the mouth? Right canine tooth of the mouth? Sorry, I got lost in the mixed metaphors.
OK, back to Blue Mountain road. From there you can watch trains descending from Tunnel One and loop around the canyon mouth until they pass you and round the corner towards Clay siding. We parked on the south side of the track and watched the show. Finally the train passed close by us– headlights on, Mars light flashing, and white class lights illuminated on F9 No. 5771’s cheeks (there’s that word again). Why the class lights were on I do not know, but I swear they were. Maybe just to get more illumination on the front of the train? At any rate, this night’s train was incredibly short. All three F units and the steam generator were up front, followed only by a combine, one dome coach, the diner, and the dome/obs. It was a mid-week run during winter so I suppose this wasn’t too surprising, but I usually observed the train on Saturdays when it was filled out with most or all the cars available.
Within a couple of months the Rio Grande Zephyr was no more.
Nocturne the Third: It’s now Spring 1984. Though we lived in Boulder, we had won some contest on a radio station for free ice cream cones down in Westminster at a shop I no longer remember. As dead broke as we were, any chance for something to do was welcome. By now we were driving an incredibly unreliable 1971 Renault R10. This car is worthy of a blog post of its own– the adventures we had in that vehicle when it broke down at the most inconvenient times would fill a book. It was French, and looked French, and it attacked us without warning, so we dubbed it Kato, after Inspector Clouseau’s sidekick in the Pink Panther movies. Adopt a Peter Sellers accent and shout “Not NOW, Kateau!” and you get the idea. It would break down and we’d yell “Not NOW, Kateau!”
Yes, I know, technically the Kato character was Asian. Don’t quibble with me.
Well, this night Kato was operating within parameters and we collected our free ice cream cones without incident. The night was young so I decided to go visit North Yard. [Google Earth: 39°47’26.84″ N 104°59’57.81″ W] At that time, access was not nearly as restricted as now. I drove right up onto the gravel road along the west side of the yard and we just watched and listened to the activity for a while. The sun was down but the yard was brightly lit by the floodlight towers; the steady throb of diesels and the rattle and pop of yard activity formed a constant background of sounds. As we sat there, we noticed a caboose rolling along to the north, all by its lonesome (the switcher must have kicked it down the track). This looks interesting, we thought, so I began pacing it next to the tracks. The caboose was perhaps a dozen tracks from our side of the yard, not terribly close to us; the yard was fairly clear of cars and obstructions that night. We followed our quarry for quite a ways at about 15 MPH, when suddenly BANG! the caboose slammed into the back of a string of cars. I mean, it was really moving when it reached its train. Now, I realize that rolling stock is pretty durable and all that, but this seemed a bit… sloppy… on the part of the switch crew. But, no matter. I’ve seen baggage handlers who treated my suitcases no better, and those aren’t made of heavy gauge steel.
Business Train at Coal Creek
Have you ever made a decision that later had you asking yourself, What the heck was I thinking?
April 1989– We were visiting family in Boulder again. I invited my cousin “Dan” for an obligatory train-chasing morning. This time I decided not to take a camera– “I’m spending too much on film on this stuff” I told myself. We went up to Coal Creek as usual, parked and walked up near Tunnel One.
[39°52’44.87″ N 105°16’37.97″ W]
Well, guess what? An officer’s special was operated by the railroad that morning. I stood there dumbfounded and watched a pair of GP40-series locomotives lead a train consisting of three gold-painted streamlined passenger cars. A vista dome, a flattop car [I now know it was a diner], and a very familiar-looking observation car. These were, in order, lettered CALIFORNIA, UTAH, and KANSAS. And there I stood, thirty feet from trackside, watching this priceless photo-op roll past me, with no freaking camera!
What the HELL was I thinking? #KicksSelfInTheButt!
Pretty sure “Dan” gave me a pretty thorough heckling over it, too. Thanks for rubbing in the salt, Cuz.
Yeah, sure, I saw this trio many times on the Ski Train in subsequent years. But not like this. Not alone. Not in 1989.
I learned my lesson about taking a camera with me, after that.
A brief vignette, this. We were in Colorado Springs to attend a Phil Keaggy concert in October 1996. This was about a month after the Union Pacific – Southern Pacific merger, and we were staying in the La Quinta just off Austin Bluffs / Garden of the Gods Road. Being adjacent to the Joint Line, one would expect that there would be constant trains going by, but that was not the case. I haunted the tracks for a half hour one day when I had some free time, with no success. Then, the final morning of our stay, I happened to hear the rumble of approaching diesels, and ran for the car where I thought the camera was. Turned out I had left it in the room on the second floor. I knew I did not have time to retrieve it before the train arrived from the south, so I simply ran across the street and watched the train.
[Google Earth: 38°53’43.21″ N 104°49’36.93″ W]
The head end consisted of eleven– count ’em, eleven– locomotives. Nine were Southern Pacific and mostly pretty tattered-looking. The other two were D&RGW tunnel motors. I noted their numbers: 5390, 5411. The SP units were far too numerous (and frankly not interesting enough) for me to note all their numbers or even their types, other than being pretty much all EMD products. The Rio Grande being my first railroad love, I paid more attention to these two.
After this time those two units spent most of their time around Helper, Utah, where I managed to photograph the 5390 in November 2001, five years later.
Nothing but memory to help me remember the roll-by, but it’s still fresh in my head. The last days of the Espee / Grande combo, or the first chaotic days of the UP regime, depending on how one looks at it.
Now I have a very nice digital camera– have have some kind of digital camera for 10 years now– plus there’s always a cell phone camera if one gets caught completely unprepared. Such camera-less moments happen rarely these days. Back when incomes were less and film was a real cost to consider, it was far more likely for one to get caught short. As it is, I am hoping that I actually remember all these stories aright. But on the other hand– who’s going to prove me wrong? <wink>
It’s the dead bringing you back to life. Or else, just sentimental bushwa.
So I’m going to make some sweeping generalizations in this post. For many people, hobbies have a strong overtone of nostalgia. I’ll go so far as to say that nostalgia is the driving force behind many of our efforts and obsessions– a drive to recreate (often in miniature) that which no longer exists. And if you’re not careful, you can become that person who’s always making statements like “The first time we did such-and-such was in nineteen ought-six, when you were only eleven years old.” I even say things like “I remember that this song was playing when we were doing X and Y.” In other words, if you allow your nostalgia to get the best of you, you might just turn into… me.
I know what you’re going to say next. Sentimental bushwa! I chase trains because I love the excitement of seeing new/old/classic/different equipment. Or, I photograph/model/study navy ships because I find the latest warfighting technologies fascinating. Or, I fly ultralights or I GoPro myself base-jumping off of bridges for the rush of it, for the immediate thrill. Fill in your own blanks. And I do not argue, not one little bit! But this is my point. Once that experience is complete, what do you have left from it?
Even if it’s captured on film or digital media, what you did yesterday has now become an event from the past. It’s history. It’s experience. It’s a memory. And, if it’s something you enjoyed, it’s a fond memory, which is just the first milepost on the road to nostalgia.
This is even more pronounced when you find yourself aging and no longer are able to bungee-jump the Royal Gorge or free-climb the Bastille. Or, when the thing that you chase or photograph or study or admire has ceased to exist– for whatever reason. Now, all you have left is your photos, or videos, or memories of something that you can never have again.
That wistful feeling you got when you read that last sentence, and thought about it? Bingo. Nostalgia. One of the most intoxicating and most painful facets of human life.
I have a friend who’s a total Route 66 nut. (I mean this in the clinical, not the pejorative, sense.) He has collected an astounding amount of relics and Americana from the Mother Road. He’s building a replica of some gas station from Texas in his front yard. He knows everything about it. He loves everything about it. He also does a fair Elvis impersonation. He’s almost worse than I am about railroads. OK, he IS worse. And what do you think drives his obsession? Um, Duh.
In a strange way, when it comes to nostalgia about the past, it’s the dead bringing you back to life. My friend the Elvis singer is never so alive as when he’s talking about his stuff, and what he’s building, to re-create the spirit of Route 66. And maybe that’s the appeal. Through our nostalgic hobbies, we are somehow transported to another time, another place, a time and place where we were having a magical experience, a moment when we were… happy.
Don’t get me wrong here. It’s not that we are necessarily unhappy now. But to be transfixed in a happy moment– this is what some hobbies are all about.
Let me walk you through one example of how this occurs. I’m a self-confessed railfan and rail hobbyist, amongst a number of other things. I grew up in Boulder, Colorado, and had always liked the Rio Grande railroad just south of town. I could actually hear the trains on the mountain as they came and went on the old Moffat line. Well, when I was 23, my wife and I relocated to New Mexico, a long ways from Boulder. This was in the pre-internet age, pre-digital cameras, pre-email. And though I liked to take photos of trains, I could not afford to spend a lot on film or film processing, so my pictures were far fewer than today. I was also not connected in any way to the railfanning community; I did not even know that such a community existed. All my information was gathered in little snippets– a newspaper article here, an article in a hobby magazine there.
So in 1988 I became aware of an impending merger between the Rio Grande and Southern Pacific railroads– a development I viewed with some dismay, although it seemed that the Rio Grande was going to be purchasing the SP, which might be OK. I also read an article in Model Railroader about a fairly new, hot overnight piggyback operation called the Railblazer that the Rio Grande was running between Denver and Salt Lake City and vice versa. We were planning on visiting family in Boulder at Christmas, and I made it a priority to plan a “train-chasing” trip with my cousin whom I’ll call “Dan”. I wanted to see this little piggyback train, and also see if the Rio Grande was even still the Rio Grande. The merger was already a couple of months in the rearview mirror, after all.
So, early on the morning of Christmas eve, Dan and I met up and headed out to Coal Creek Canyon, parked by the overpass, and hiked up towards Tunnel 1. Not having scanners and not knowing where exactly the Railblazer might be, we started over the top of the hogback pierced by the tunnel to wait for the train. We had not reached the summit when we heard train horns up ahead– something had just hit the east switch of Plainview siding just up the hill. Hurriedly we about-faced and hustled back down the hill to observe whatever was coming down the mountain.
Our timing was perfect. It was indeed the Railblazer, and I captured one of my favorite rail photos ever in that split second (see the image at the top of this article). I shot two more photos of the train from our elevated vantage point.
We stayed long enough to watch the train transit the curve in the mouth of the canyon. I had no telephoto lens back then; this was using a 50mm fixed-length lens and ASA100 print film.
Somewhere during this interval we had heard a train stopping down on Rocky siding to the southeast, quite some distance by railroad from tunnel 1, and we decided to move uphill from here and catch it coming out of the tunnel’s opposite end. Like idiots we dropped down to the tunnel and walked through it– somewhat nervously, to be sure. The most instructive thing we discovered was a dead deer midway through the bore, evidently cornered by a train and mashed up into tiny components. Yeah, the smell was intense. Makes you think about what you would do if you got surprised by a train in there. What we did was hustle on through there as fast as possible!
Fortunately nothing else was trailing the Railblazer down the hill, so we had 20 or 30 minutes cushion before the westbound arrived.
Well, eventually the train rumbled out of the tunnel, and I began shooting frames. If I’d had a digital camera like I have now, this would have been a hundred or so; as it was I took three 35mm exposures.
Remember what I said earlier about the merger with Southern Pacific? Well, the middle unit in the 5-locomotive consist was a harbinger of things to come.
A train passes rather quickly, even at 25 MPH. My third and final image was of the power as it roared away from us. Behind was a long train of mixed freight. I recall specifically that there were a lot of large tank cars lettered ANHYDROUS AMMONIA, and remember feeling glad that they did not derail while we were standing there!
So the train disappeared up the hill and we went back and had Christmas and life went on and the Railblazer was cancelled and the Rio Grande faded away and so did the Southern Pacific, and now all I have are six photographs and a bunch of indelible memories of a magical Christmas Eve morning many years ago.
Every Christmas season I remember this brief morning when I went out to see something new, and ended up capturing the end of an era instead.
The whole Middle Park region is served by these gray-and-blue buses
So, you may have gathered by now that I’m a committed model railroader. I have a layout that takes my half of the garage (my wife parks her car in her half, something I actually understand on cold mornings when I must scrape frost off my windshield). The setting is the rail line between Denver and Winter Park. Turns out there’s a ski resort at Winter Park. I know, I was surprised too. And this ski resort is the hub of a vast, if scattered, array of condos catering to skiers. And these skiers like to ski, which is done up at the resort. Which means they have to get there. Which brings us to the subject of this post: the fleet of shuttle buses known as The Lift. See what they did there? It’s a play on the concept of ski lifts, which is something skiers need to get to the top of the mountain. Very clever. Especially since the skiers need the buses to get to the bottom of the mountain.
We first discovered these buses in 1993, the occasion of our very first trip on the erstwhile Ski Train. Unlike the regular Amtrak trains, the Ski Train disembarked passengers right at the base of the ski mountain. So who needs the bus, if you’re already at the resort? We did. Because, we’re not downhill skiers; we were headed down valley to the (also erstwhile) Idlewild cross-country facility. Enter the shuttle buses, literally. The whole Middle Park region is served by these gray-and-blue buses, which are free for the using. The system has been funded by a consortium of businesses, headed by the resort itself. From what I can gather, it’s been in place for about 30 years, though the system contracted somewhat in recent years, trimming the routes down to Granby and possibly others. When we first became acquainted with it, the buses were uniformly of the school-bus variety, sans yellow paint. As time progressed they added a few different, and more comfortable types, but the International buses have remained. The one at the top of this post was pictured in December 2004. More recent photos show that they’ve dispensed with the signage on the sides, but the overall scheme remains essentially the same.
So, back to the model railroad. A prominent feature of my layout is the Winter Park area, including part of the town formerly known as Hideaway Park (now simply Winter Park). Since the buses are such a prominent feature of the area, I thought that I should like to model some to decorate the layout. Accordingly, since the mid-1990s I have slowly accumulated HO-scale school buses, with the intent of repainting them. A year or so, I finally got around to it.
There are a few considerations that must be dealt with before one busts out the airbrush. These include:
Source photos. These are remarkably hard to come by, unless you make a trip there and photograph some. And then, all you’ll get is contemporary views. As it turns out, the best photo I could find is a slide that I took myself (at top, again). Google images will get you three or four more, and that’s about it.
Graphics. The buses had a sign on each side and a modified version on the front above the windshield, a red stripe, and all the usual safety markings. You’re not going to find any of this stuff from the usual decal vendors (except the red stripes).
Sign Boards to support the signs. Notice those ribs on the sides of the buses? Yeah, they cut a piece of sheet metal and bolted it on, so that the signs would be flat. You need to do that for these buses.
Ski racks. On the door side there are racks for stowing skis so people don’t have to wrestle them down the aisle.
Fortunately, a few years ago I discovered the Testors decal system, and am fairly good with Photoshop Elements. Basically, in the proud tradition of Colorado, I rolled my own. I created all the “The Lift” graphics, stripes, Emergency Exit and Emergency Door signs, no-right-turn sign, and license plates. I printed all this on white-back decal paper. Next time I am doing a sheet of clear decals for something, I’ll do the bus numbers too (4 per bus).
Once I’d cobbled together some ski racks and signboards for my buses, I disassembled the bodies and primed and painted them. The bodies are medium gray and the roofs are dark blue– my shade of blue is very dark, but I don’t really care that much. I also masked the grilles and the lights. Once the paint was dry, I peeled the masking and applied the decals, and voila! Resort Shuttle buses.
Of course it’s a little more involved than that, especially since the decals aren’t separated like typical commercial ones and you have to trim them right down to the art, no border allowed. But I mass-produced three of them so it wasn’t horribly difficult.
Incidentally, the numbers on my license plates are accurate for specific buses. Yeah, I’m that OCD.
Now I have three buses in the motor pool, just about right for the amount of scenery I have to cover, and I’m tickled at how they turned out.
Incidentally, if you are interested in painting some of these for your own needs and need the decals, drop me a note in the comments and I can help you with that.
Here in my final installment of my series on building the USS Midway, we will get to the finishing touches of the model. So far we’ve researched the history of the ship and its various rebuilding phases, and had a go at identifying and installing the important modifications. This time we put on all the stuff that makes the ship come to life (in 1/800 scale, more or less).
When we last spoke, I was saying how it was time to have a thought about the air wing components before we attach the deck to the hull. But before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s go back and build the ship. Sounds reasonable? I thought so too.
So you’ve decided on your phase of the ship. Assemble the hull per instructions, with the following considerations:
The flight deck and up, and the hull below the flight deck, can be considered separate sub-assemblies and you can build in either order. Last time I talked a lot about modifications to the island. If you build those first and attach the island to the deck before building the hull, that’s OK– but I would install all the deckside catwalk assemblies first.
Omit the outboard rudders. The Midway was built with only two, and always had only two. They were enlarged during one of the later rebuilds, but the number remained the same. File off the mounts for the extra rudders. (Yeah, I didn’t discover this until it was too late.)
If you’re modeling anything post-1977, omit the three 5″ guns.
Build platforms for the Sparrow launchers and (post-1985) the Phalanx units. The Sparrow boxes are simply squares of .040 styrene with some notches cut in them to represent the launch tubes; the Phalanxes were carved from bits of sprue to shape.
Don’t install the deck-edge radio antennas. See comments below.
Once the hull is done, see my remarks about paint colors. Those apply to everything above the waterline. Paint that area first. Everything below it is an anti-fouling red, with a black waterline stripe. Here my model railroading materials came in handy. Southern Pacific Scarlet is a pretty good shade for the red. I masked at the waterline and sprayed the red. Once it was good and dry I applied some fat black railroad stripes along the waterline, then overcoated everything with a semi-gloss clear spray.
Now, onward to the air group research! Thanks to the interwebs, I came across a website that has that exact information. Since I have chosen to model the ship as she appeared in Desert Storm, I had a look at the page and came up with the following squadron list for the ship:
VFA-151 Vigilantes (F/A-18A)
VFA-195 Dambusters (F/A-18A)
VFA-192 Golden Dragons (F/A-18A)
VA-185 Nighthawks (A-6E)
VA-115 Eagles (A-6E)
VAW-115 Liberty Bells (E-2C)
VAQ-136 Gauntlets (EA-6B)
HS-12 Wyverns (SH-3H)
To distill that down for you, for 1991 you need the following aircraft types: F/A-18, A-6E, EA-6B, E-2C, and SH-3H. Fortunately, the stock sprue with the kit includes all of these. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have nearly enough. Fortunately, I had some leftover F/A-18s from helping my friend model the Kitty Hawk, so I managed a convincing-enough deckload of aircraft for my purposes. Feel free to source these from other places– in fact, one can buy aftermarket planes (such as the 1/700 ones by Trumpeter) that are of much better detail than the ones included in the kit. I didn’t bother. Incidentally, refer to the prior discussion about the fuzzy scale of this ship– I think the 1/700 planes would look just fine here.
Now, a word about the Navy’s aircraft tactical paint standards. As it turns out, 1991 was a transitional period. A new, darker gray tactical protocol had been in place for a couple of years, but if you look at photos of 1991 not all aircraft had been repainted. I decided to mix the schemes in my air group. I can’t tell you which squadrons were still in the old paint, so I just arbitrarily picked some for each scheme. The leftover F/A-18’s from the Kitty Hawk were already in light gray anyway, so I simply painted the ones that came in my kit into the darker tactical scheme. My A-6’s are about a half-and-half mix; the EA-6’s all got the dark tactical scheme.
The next thing to consider is that each squadron is allowed one “show bird”, typically flown by the Squadron commander or the CAG, with a flashy colorful paint scheme (the rest of the birds in the squadron will have a shades-of-gray rendering of the design). Now, painting a show bird in 1/800 is a challenging exercise! I decided to do the CO’s plane for the VFA-195 Dambusters (F/A-18A, green/yellow), the VFA-192 Golden Dragons (F/A-18A navy/yellow), and the VAW-115 Liberty Bells (E-2C). I also painted the two SH-3H choppers differently: one in the 1980’s light gray and the other in the later tactical gray. Now, finding what these “show bird” schemes looked like in 1991 is challenging, but I made my best guess again on this.
And finally: carrier aircraft have folding wings in nearly all cases; definitely all cases for my timeframe. But the tiny little planes provided in the kit do NOT have folded wings. Considering that wings are nearly always folded except when in the take-off cycle or when landing, this means that the modeler gets to spend a lot of effort chopping and re-attaching tiny little wings onto tiny little aircraft. Rather than get specific, I’ll merely counsel you to do your photographic research on where to cut them and how to install them properly. And if you believe that you’re a real badass modeler, fold the rotors on the choppers, correctly. It took me one try…
OK. Now that you’ve decided your era and sorted out the appropriate aircraft, process a couple of them by folding their wings and painting them, and cement them to the hangar deck just inside the elevator door. I put a drop of gel superglue on each landing gear and then position them. I really don’t recommend using the MEK for this; too much can go wrong. For one thing, if it comes loose inside the ship, then what do you do?
OK, let’s assume that the modified island has been installed, along with the crane and all the superstructures; you’ve attached the deck; you’ve mounted the Sparrows and Phalanxes; you’ve installed all the other hull details in the instructions; you’ve cemented the deck onto the hull. Now is a good time to do the rotable deck-edge antennae. Last time I suggested waiting till later to install them, recall? OK, now is the time. But do this: trim off all the antennas from the mounts, and throw them far away. Keep one for reference. After seeing how chunky the stock antennas looked in my test photos, I replaced them with styrene .022 X .022″ posts. Even this is a little heavy, but the styrene attaches more securely than using steel wire so I chose to go that way. For the double antennas, cut a small rectangle of .010 sheet and cement the posts to that, then install the mounting tab under the catwalks, then cement the antenna assembly to the tab at an angle parallel to the horizon. Consult photos. Paint these light-medium gray.
Oh, a funny thing about the Midway’s paint. As she appeared in 1991, her deck was a typical dark gray shade (mine is too light, but oh well); her hull was actually a lighter shade than most other carriers in the fleet, and her island was actually a darker shade of gray than most other ships. I ended up using Model Master Medium Gray for the island, and mixing my own lighter shade for the hull. Also notice how the front end of the island is painted black, as is the port side below the catwalks, and all superstructure above the level of the stacks.
There’s one detail that I initially was going to omit, mostly because of the work involved, and that is the little gallery under the flight deck astern. The vertical optical landing assist array (not sure the exact nomenclature here, but it’s the 2-piece orange assembly that hangs down behind the landing deck centerline) is attached to this. But after I had basically completed the ship, the omission kept bugging me and I finally caved in. It’s basically a square box that hangs down, with equal openings on each side. A catwalk connects to the fantail, supported by a couple of struts. Refer to the photos. I installed that, then fabricated some strips with bumps on them, and installed all of that. The gallery gets the light hull color, and the strips a yellow/orange shade.
Another detail I really wanted was the jet blast deflector(s). To model one I cut a piece of .010 styrene in a suitable rectangle, figured out where it should be mounted (note: do NOT trust the markings on the Arii model’s deck), and cut four tiny pieces of .022 square strip to support it at the right angle. Consult real photos, and mine here, to get the idea. Since I was modeling a launch cycle with part of the foredeck cluttered with aircraft, only the port-side catapult is in use and I could get away with making just one. Incidentally, on the real ships the deflector drops into a recess on the deck, but I wasn’t going to carve that out. Instead I just painted a lighter rectangle to represent the recess.
Don’t forget about the mobile crane and the two donkeys. The real ship had a swarm of these low plane-handling tractors, but the kit only includes two. Paint them in the same safety yellow shade as the landing array– I used Accuflex D&RGW Yellow, a railroad color that’s basically School Bus Yellow.
Also- let’s chat about the decals. The Arii kit has raised marks that correspond with the decals (for the most part). There are a couple of things to note, before you apply them.
The landing deck center stripe was far too orange on my decal sheet– it should be closer to yellow. However, I just gritted my teeth and used it anyway.
Post-1986 the Navy omitted that long arrowed line that starts across from the island and goes to the bow. This is a guideline for Harrier jets. The deck has it molded in; again, grit your teeth, or sand it off before painting.
The “foul lines” on the forward deck are molded on but no decals are provided. I used a fine brush and some white calligraphy ink to spot in each stripe for these lines. Painstaking but not as hard as it sounds.
The large “41” deck numerals are the wrong style for my period. Correct ones are available from aftermarket vendors. I just gritted my teeth. The molded ones on the deck are not a perfect match, either.
The raised numerals on the sides of the island: whiskey tango foxtrot?!? I’m wearing my teeth down to stumps now.
I use Microscale Micro-Sol to set the decals into place. This dissolves most of the film leaving the graphics behind. Just be really careful and don’t touch these while processing; they look dry when they are NOT.
After all of your decals are in place, overspray the deck and island with matte or flat finish. Mine’s a little too shiny but I’ll just pretend it’s raining…
At this stage of construction, the ship itself is essentially complete. Now it’s time to bring it to life. We do this with the aircraft, and– yes– with people. Tiny, tiny little people.
Having decided on our era, and having identified the composition of the air group, it’s time to decide what they are doing right now. This gives you a lot of latitude. For instance, the ship could be just cruising right now, with planes stowed all over the deck. Or it could be running limited patrols. Or it could be in port (go back and cut off all those horizontal antennas and mount them vertically!). Or it could be in a launch cycle. Or a landing cycle. Or the second or third launch cycle of a major raid. Or the second or third landing cycle. Each situation can be depicted by how the planes are spotted, and by what the deck crew are doing.
(I’m assuming that, like me, you will permanently mount your planes so that they don’t get lost or anything. If not, ignore the bits about glue that follow.)
Since my era is Desert Storm, I decided to set things up during a launch cycle, probably a second or third one, where a followup strike is being sent into Iraq. Some of the planes landed from earlier strikes have been stashed forward, so only the port catapult is available right now. An A-6 is being fueled near the No. 3 elevator, and another is being armed across the deck from it. One of the choppers is preparing to take off for plane guard duty. The Dambuster CO is on the catapult, engines at full military power, while other aircraft queue up to launch. A pair of E2-C’s and a second chopper are parked by the island.
What brings this scene to life is the presence of the appropriately-colored and appropriately-sized crewmembers around the deck. These I discovered online, and just had to have them. They’re made by Eduard, a Czech company, and are 1/800 scale etched metal. Each one is painted in one of the correct deck uniforms for a modern US carrier. I paid about $13, which seems a lot, but there are plenty of pieces provided to outfit several ships. I mounted around 45 of them and there are many more remaining.
A note about painting the aircraft: these were all done by hand. Some were airbrushed while on the sprue for the overall color, but I had to hand-paint the canopies (navy blue) and any other details that required it, especially on the show birds. Note the EA-6B above in the center– I tried very hard to get the multiple windows right. Given the tiny size, the shakiness of 56-year-old hands, and the magnification involved, I thought they turned out pretty well. Same thing on the crane and the tractors. Aircraft national emblem decals came with the kit and they are helpful, but not very accurate for the later tactical schemes since they are too prominent. I used them anyway.
To attach planes and people, I use gel superglue, applied sparingly to the the contact points (the landing gear for the planes, the legs for the crew). I had to use high-powered magnifiers to do the crew successfully, as well as a fine set of tweezers. I also had to be super careful to not knock down previously-added crewmembers when putting on more tiny little dudes. Occasionally I had to prop them up while the glue set. Even with that I had a couple of instances of “man overboard” (yet another reason I was glad the Eduard set had many extras).
And there you have it. The project that kept growing and growing has been finalized at last. Enormously satisfying, after four years of wanting to reach this point.
Done. Right? Well, what’s a carrier without its battle group? Destroyers and cruisers and frigates and even subs…
Stay tuned as I build the cruiser USS Bunker Hill in 1/700-ish!
In my previous post I described the lead-up to my shipbuilding project, the USS Midway in 1/800 scale. This time we’ll get into the nitty-gritty of the project.
So, as mentioned, my starting point was to use an Arii 1/800-scale model kit. And also as mentioned, I soon discovered a few issues and challenges. Not surprising when your target is in constant motion. My original goal was to build the model in the post-1986 configuration, but the kit is much closer to 1971. Once I figured that out, it became a matter of ferreting out which features were added, changed, or removed– and when. Oh, and there’s that other minor matter: I had to decide when enough was enough. Just how picky did I want to get with the accuracy?
For the first, the ferreting of features, I figured that photos were far and away the finest and fastest way to find diFFerences (couldn’t think of any synonyms that started with F, sorry). But it turns out that there are official US Navy drawings on the interwebs that shows the whole 1986 project in fine detail. Just a simple matter of comparing photos and drawings to the out-of-the-box model, right? Well, sorta. I’ll explain in a bit. But that’s the basic idea.
For the second, deciding on the level of accuracy and detail, that’s driven by the following factors:
Difficulty, i.e. just how many lifetimes would it take to execute the change? Did I want to widen the hull? Did I want to get every single bump on every single catwalk correct?
Cost. Do I want to buy frets of aftermarket brass railings, additional aircraft and such?
Size. How fine can you model with styrene in 1/800?
I have lots of styrene structural shapes and in varying thickness of sheet material, so I felt confident I could fabricate most things I needed to do.
Basically, I ended up deciding to focus on the island modifications. There are major things going on there, as compared with the as-built version– and the 1971 version is not all that different from the 1945 appearance, really. I also decided to do a few things with the weapons on the sponsons, as mentioned in the previous post.
So: a simple matter of determining the conversion factor between the drawings and the model so I could build the add-ons, right? WRONG. I carefully calculated the ratio and measured out parts, painstakingly assembled them to the island, and… and… they just looked wrong. Something wrong with my arithmetic? I started measuring stuff again. Then I’d measure in a different place. Then I’d reference the empirical measurements on the blueprint. Nothing added up. So I started measuring different dimensions on the model and comparing to the blueprint, calculating the scale. And, guess what? Depending on the measurement, I got scales ranging between about 1/710 through 1/790. Um, that’s a 10% variance in some cases! Guess what, people? This model is far from being a 1/800 model, or really any scale at all! Basically it’s too tall for its length. And that’s being generous in a generalized way. If one were to draw a line down the middle of the points on the graph, best guess is somewhere around 1/755 in average, give or take.
What this means is: basically build stuff so it looks more-or-less right, and adjust it so that it fits in the available space.
If that’s not enough to make you throw your hard-won eBay prize in the ashcan, we’ll keep going. Actually knowing that took some of the pressure off, because one of the things I do best is carving and filing. Okay, that’s two things.
Here’s what you need to add to the island structure, taking the large view:
The radar room and platform (as originally built), on the starboard side of the funnel. (There’s one included in the kit, but it’s not right.)
The comms room just ahead of this.
The upper comms room that sits on the island just forward of the funnel.
The radar room / deckhouse structure aft of the island, including its legs and cross-bracing.
The radar tower itself (bwahahaha!)
And one other thing: if you think I’m giving you all the dimensions, think again. Download the drawing and go through the agony yourself! You’re no better than me.
So, refer to the photos above and below. The white stuff is the stuff I added.
Here’s where I will stop and point out the one single thing I’m most unhappy about: those two projecting comms rooms on the starboard side of the island. They’re definitely oversize, especially the aft room. I couldn’t decide whether it was enough of an overage to cut them off and start over, and eventually decided just to keep them. Oh well. Once all the other details are added to the superstructure, they’re lost in the clutter somewhat anyway, or at least that’s what I tell myself.
I originally started to rough-in some railings, using trimmings from .010 styrene, but I jumped the gun. Should have done all of that last. A lot of them got knocked off with handling. If you want to spend a couple dozen dollars you can get brass railing material in 1/800; I didn’t bother. It’s that choice we all have to make about what is good enough for us.
So here’s a few comments about the construction. I used sheet .020 styrene for all the flat surfaces, which is a great material because you can cut it with scissors. The legs under the radar house are H-column trimmed to fit. The radar tower (a challenging sub-assembly) is four legs of thin styrene rod, I believe 1/16″. Crossmembers are HO-scale 2X2, which is .022 X .022″. The three decks on the tower are .010″ styrene. The front-right deckhouse leg consists of two laminated strips of .020; the inboard piece extends flush to the deck whereas the outboard layer overlaps the deck edge. The radar antenna was scored with my Exacto in a crosshatch pattern to simulate the gridwork.
I added most of the stock details from the kit; a few are excluded due to later mods. For instance, after the guns were removed there was no need for a gun director and so it was also uninstalled. There is a section of starboard catwalk that must be trimmed off to make room for the passage at front right of the radar room/deckhouse. I replaced the radar on the mainmast with the one that would have gone on the lateral radar platform (trimmed slightly on each end to fit).
There are a couple of relocations that become necessary. First, the secondary (aft) mast does not get installed in its original location but is shifted to the left and is attached to the port wall of the Radio & ECM Room just forward of the funnel. Second, the main crane must be shifted outboard to clear the new superstructure elements. When I did this, I carefully trimmed off the mounting post and used it to fill the hole in the deck, then just cemented the crane to the new location. I strongly suspect that this was moved on the real ship in the 1966 rebuild as well. A truly great modeler would have taken the time to ream out the spaces in the crane girder, but I lean slightly to the impatient, lazy end of the spectrum (my family would disagree) and I did not go to that trouble.
Side note: my styrene cement of choice is methyl-ethyl ketone (MEK). Plastruct sells it in a bottle with a brush applicator, but I refill my bottle from a can that I bought at Ace Hardware at a fantastically-reduced price per ounce. Just be careful that you don’t overdo it or you can ruin delicate parts– and especially paint.
But First! (Don’t you hate it when you hear that?) Don’t attach the deck just yet. The kit comes with an option of installing the No. 2 (starboard side aft) aircraft elevator in the up or the down position. I decided to go with down, which meant having the hangar doors open (i.e. omit the kit part), which meant, having to install the hangar deck. I installed some supporting members and cut a piece of .040 styrene for the hangar deck. Since not much of it’s visible I only did a portion of it. This also means that you should prepare a couple of aircraft now so you can install them inside the elevator opening. At this point you want to skip ahead to the discussion of eras and the appropriate air groups for your chosen era. That discussion occurs in a future blog entry which hasn’t been written yet, so I suggest you either wait a bit, or become clairvoyant.
Now, back to the ship. There are a few other comments I need to make about the construction. The kit’s instructions have you install the deck-edge whip antennae at a rather early stage of the construction. If you want the ship rigged as if it is in port, then go ahead. If you want to show it in operation, read on. While at sea these antennae swivel out and are basically parallel to the ground… um, water. This is for obvious reasons. But the kit doesn’t mold them that way. So you must cut them and reattach the whips at a 90-degree orientation. This makes them more delicate (ask me how I know). If I had it to do over again, I’d just wait until nearly everything else is done before tackling that part of the assembly. I also had to replace three with pieces of .018 wire since they mysteriously vanished. The wire antennae looks so much better than the chunky plastic ones that I wish I had just replaced all of them! Oh well, maybe some other time.
And speaking of some other time, this blog post has become rather lengthy, so I will address the painting and finishing, and the aircraft complement, in a third installment yet to come. I must go attend to a family matter (funeral of my mother) next week, so there may be some delay, but fear not.
The USS Midway was a one-of-a-kind ship for her last two decades. Perfect for a modeling project!
As I have hinted at, my modeling endeavors do go beyond model railroading. Going back as far as pre-adolescence, I’ve had a fascination with military models, including aircraft and especially navy ships. However, I hadn’t built a model of one since I was a teenager. And in fact, many of my models met rather dramatic ends. (One involved a motorized version of the Franklin D. Roosevelt, which took its final cruise on Viele Lake in Boulder carrying a cargo of firecrackers and a slow-burning fuse. A sudden loud bang and the ship was simply… not there. These days you’d be arrested for that.)
As an adult, there was an understanding in our marriage that I should limit the number of hobbies I allowed to dominate my time, with which terms I fully concurred. I tend to go off the deep end. However, with time and more prosperity and fewer children in the home, these restrictions have been relaxed. The first foray back into shipbuilding was initiated by a decision to do a solid for a buddy of mine. His father had served on the USS Kitty Hawk during the late 1970s, and I decided to surprise him with a kit of said ship, and help him build it. Since I wanted it to be a companionable enterprise (so to speak), I decided to build a ship of my own. My own interests favor the WW2 era, and I scored a kit of the IJN Kaga from eBay. For those who don’t remember, she was one of the six Japanese aircraft carriers taking part in the Pearl Harbor Raid, and one of the four that was sunk at the battle of Midway some six months later. As things turned out, I couldn’t wait for schedules to align and actually built the Kaga before we ever started on the Kitty Hawk. So, I got a kit of the USS Enterprise (CV-6) and built that alongside its later, newer cousin when we finally got our timing worked out. Those ships are for another post to come later. (Not coincidentally, it was planes from the Enterprise that sank the Kaga.)
Meanwhile, I had gotten to take a tour of the actual USS Midway, now a museum ship in San Diego harbor. Dude, if you ever get the chance to visit her, DO IT! It’s a rather mind-blowing experience for those who haven’t served in the Navy. In 2001 I had toured the USS Lexington at Corpus Christi, but the Midway was more impressive, mostly because of her larger size. I also had a digital camera, and took a couple hundred photos. From that time in 2013 I had vainly haunted the internet looking for a kit of her in her later configuration. Finally in late 2016 I spotted one on eBay, a 1/800 scale model made by Arii, and basically paid whatever it took to win the auction. Don’t ask me how much, that’s a closely-guarded secret, but your whole family could eat well at Olive Garden and leave a substantial tip for the lucky server, too…
Thus the background. This spring I finally cleared the schedule and got out the kit of the Midway. I had been plowing around the internet for images for quite a while, and I began studying them– as well as my own shots– and I slowly began to realize that this was going to be a bigger challenge than I had realized. Because, as it turned out, the Midway was sort-of the Navy’s own 1:1 scale modeling project. Not only had they completely rebuilt the ship twice, they never stopped twiddling and tweaking her. Much like many railroad projects, a modeler must ultimately select an era or even a date and then build the model to match that timeframe. This is either really frustrating, or really challenging and satisfying, depending on your commitment and personality.
Let’s take a step back and answer the question: Why model the Midway? Maybe some historical perspective would help. There are many good references out there (e.g. Navsource Online), but here are the high points. The Midway was designed as the lead ship of a new class of aircraft carrier, first laid down in 1943 and completed a week after the Japanese surrender. It was far larger than any existing carriers; indeed it was the largest ship in the world of any kind for a full decade. When it was designed, the idea of the angled (“canted”) deck had not yet been floated, as it were, so Midway’s deck was straight– meaning, takeoff operations on the bow, landing operations on the stern, with one shot at landing. Only in the 1950’s were some carriers retrofitted with an angled deck that allowed aircraft to touch-and-go in case they failed to snag an arresting cable with the tailhook. This also allows plane-launching to carry on simultaneous with landing ops, something impossible on traditional carriers. Midway received that modification in 1957, which also included an enclosed “hurricane” bow, relocated elevators, and stronger catapults. In this configuration she served during the early parts of the Vietnam war. Meanwhile, newer classes of “super-carriers” were being developed that could outperform the Midway class and their older cousins, the modified Essex-class ships. Midway was thought to be large enough for additional modifications, so she went back into the shipyard in February 1966. When she emerged in January 1970, after massive cost overruns, her flight deck space had been increased to four acres, along with many other improvements.
It is roughly this stage in her history that the Arii kit reproduces. Unfortunately for us modelers, it was not long before more modifications cropped up. In rough order, these were: removal of the three remaining 5-inch guns; addition of a radar sponson on the starboard side of the island structure; construction of a new radar room and tower abaft the funnel (and eventual removal of the radar array from the previously-mentioned addition); construction of new communications rooms atop and on starboard side of the island; addition of Sparrow missile batteries on starboard bow and portside aft sponsons. Dating from 1970 her seakeeping was worse than before– too much weight and spread on that 1943 hull, even though it had been widened somewhat. In 1986 the ship went back into the yard for wider hull blisters to try to correct the problem, but the engineering was faulty and the ship’s dramatic roll speed actually increased. Studies were done to correct the issue, but funding and time ran out. The grand old lady still served up through the Gulf War, where she was flagship in the Persian Gulf, and the following year she assisted in the Subic Bay evacuations after Mount Pinatubo exploded. That was it; she was retired in 1992 after 47 years of service. She was reborn as a museum ship in 2004.
The Midway was a one-of-a-kind ship for her last two decades. The other two ships in her class never received the later upgrades. She bears a distant resemblance to the larger “supercarriers” built from 1958 forward, but any close examination quickly reveals her unique characteristics. Perfect for a modeling project!
So, you get an idea of the modeling challenge: one must basically pick a year and learn everything about that time that one can.
Taking the kit out of the box, I jumped in happily and started cementing things together. I got as far as installing the 5″ guns when I happened to realize that I could not recall seeing these in any photos. Research quickly revealed that they’d been removed in the late 1970s (summer of 1977, as it turns out). I thought it over and decided to remove the guns, since I wanted to model the 1980’s configuration. I cut them off and started to scratch-build Sparrow launchers, when I noticed that the aft sponsons (below the flight deck) didn’t seem to be shaped anything like the photos. Back to the research. This is where I discovered that nasty bit about the 10-foot-wide blisters installed on each side of the hull. Widen the hull? How was I supposed to do that? The more I thought about it, the more impossible it seemed to do it right. And thus was born a compromise: I would focus on the topside modifications and basically not worry about the hull. It had other problems anyway, and it just wasn’t worth the extra man-hours to try to fix it. So I installed the Sparrow launchers, and roughed up a couple of Phalanx batteries for the starboard and port quarter sponsons (I had to add platforms for these), and just called it good. Sue me.
All of this led me to put a halt to construction and spend a bunch more time researching the ship. Google Images. Wikipedia. Air group histories. Midway veterans websites. And I realized that I needed to pick a date and stick to it. Once confronted with that decision, I realized what I really wanted to do was capture the ship’s final blaze of glory, Desert Shield/Storm. The Gulf War was the era I wanted.
NEXT UP: Building the USS Midway as she appeared in 1991