Our Donner Pass Route - High Sierra Crossing features over 90 miles of double track mainline over Southern Pacific's historic Overland Route between Colfax, Ca in the west, to Truckee, Ca to the east. Set in the 50s during the height of the steam to diesel transition era.

Route History

It was the Central Pacific railroad that completed the original line (#1 track), over the high Sierras back on December 13, 1867, and was part of the first transcontinental railroad across the United States. Its construction was a magnificent feat, involved thousands of workers. Unfortunately many lost their lives in the process due to the harsh and dangerous work conditions.

In 1901 the Southern Pacific took control of the line, and in the mid 1920s, a second line (#2 track) was constructed over the pass in order to facillitate a "great expansion" of service over the line.

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