This year, on my way in toward making my annual stop to pay homage at the Como Eating House Hotel – Depot – Engine House shrines to the DSP&P, the DL&G and the C&S, I was suddenly inspired to consider knocking on the Eating House Hotel door and saying ‘hi’ to our prolific C&Sn3 blog contributor and valued friend, ComoDepot,* should he chance to be around. He did indeed open the door, I introduced myself, and, after some preliminary pleasantries, he asked if I would like to see the engine house and depot. I wasted no time in accepting the invitation.** And so, he graciously spent the next two hours showing me the engine house and depot, inside and out, and showering me with continuous streams of information and insights. Following [in several installments] are a “few” of the pictures I snapped in the course of our tour.
* I actually do know his name, but as I write this, I am unsure whether he would want me to share it?
** Now, in retrospect, I hasten to discourage anyone else from trying to replicate my experience, since ComoDepot has a myriad of duties and responsibilities that interfere with him entertaining visitors and playing tour guide at the drop of a hat – he is obviously happy to show people around when he can, but I’m certain he would greatly prefer being contacted in advance to arrange a mutually convenient date and time. I am pretty sure I interrupted his afternoon plans.
I was last in Como in 2003. I got permission to poke around the property.
The depot was a crumbling mess, but much was unmolested and it was so
cool to see it in its undisturbed state. Hard to believe how far it has come
since then. Had I lived in the area, I would have jumped on the opportunity
to do the work, being in the business. Thanks for the pix, John.
My Italian is rustier than my Spanish, but Como has an Italian origin. There were 20 or so Italian Coal miners here, well just north of current Como, in 1879 and we assume the Railroad pinched the name of their encampment for the new town.
I have been to Lago di Como and we look nothing like that area.
My Italian is rustier than my Spanish, but Como has an Italian origin.
Yes, David, I wholeheartedly agree = Como most certainly takes its derivation from the Italian. Indeed, the Bitterroot Valley, south of my boyhood stomping grounds in Hamilton, up Montana way, has a Lake Como, celebrating also the famous Italian Lake. The word Como has no independent meaning in Italian that I am aware of. So, in an excess of misplaced “cleverness,” I adopted the Spanish phrase “Como esta usted” instead, meaning roughly “[hi] how are you?” - - - sort of like what I said when you opened the door to the Hotel Eating House after I knocked. Sorry to amuse myself at everyone else’s expense …