I promised my wife that we'd be back in 36 hours. We headed south, the three of us, at six o'clock on the 28th. After gassing up we decided to salvage the afternoon and nail right there at Abingdon, though our goal was still distant Big Stone Gap. The temperature had dropped, and it was snowing slightly. Rossella and I had colds, so we bundled up.
Ties are scarce, and badly decayed.
However, there are three wood trestles in a short distance from the road. Still, it was fun to pull such nails as remained, from all those pilings, supports, and other do-dads which make up a wooden bridge. In the third bridge nothing interesting was left. We pulled 31 nails in all from these trestles. A few are still there to be had, if you can reach them.