What was it like back in the day? And does it still go on, or did the buzz killers ruin it?

Last time I went there "Locust Central"

(13 July 1997, Virginia) Eric A. Barcia, a 22-year-old Reston, VA resident, was found dead yesterday after he used bungee cords to jump off a 70-foot railroad trestle, police said.

http://darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin1997-05.html

I caught a trouser trout there, had to throw it back as it wasnt the legal length

The Accotink Trail was right behind my house. I remember riding my bike to watch the Southern Railway steam locomotive on its excursions as it crossed the tressle.

Tough One Wrote:
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> Last time I went there "Locust Central"


+1

I worked with a Salvidorian woman who's husband committed suicide at Lake Accotink. He hung himself from the train bridge. They were going through a divorce, and he stopped by her home to take the children out for a treat. She sensed that something was very wrong with him and would not let the kids go with him. Thank God she did not let the kids go, he might have killed them too.

I fought a gang at lake accotink a few months back, I was sitting with my wife and my dog on the coast enjoying a nice picnic when all of a sudden these gangsters came rolling up on motercycles. They started eating all of my food and had eaten just about everything but my favorite flavor or doritoes, cooler ranch. Easily the best flavor out of them all and fuck you if you don't agree. In any case, they grabbed my family size bag of doritoes and something snapped in my head. I drop kicked the first crushing his sternum, the second gang memberydropped my Dorito bag and I yelled out, You want these doritoes? Well cool fuckin ranch, kid

mma fighter Wrote:
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> I fought a gang at lake accotink a few months
> back, I was sitting with my wife and my dog on the
> coast enjoying a nice picnic when all of a sudden
> these gangsters came rolling up on motercycles.
> They started eating all of my food and had eaten
> just about everything but my favorite flavor or
> doritoes, cooler ranch. Easily the best flavor out
> of them all and fuck you if you don't agree. In
> any case, they grabbed my family size bag of
> doritoes and something snapped in my head. I drop
> kicked the first crushing his sternum, the second
> gang memberydropped my Dorito bag and I yelled
> out, You want these doritoes? Well cool fuckin
> ranch, kid

Fuck yeah, cooler ranch is the best!

that seasoning... yummmm

I used to go there as a kid. No stories in particular, but fun times with my folks. I later took my kids there, and they liked it.

lake A Wrote:
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> What was it like back in the day? And does it
> still go on, or did the buzz killers ruin it?


In the late 70s we would hike to the marina after dusk and (borrow) a couple of canoes and paddle up the creek all the way to kings park. Often times we had to drag the canoes through the shallow waters then we would stash the canoes and conceal them with branches and leaves. The next time we hade a huge rainstorm we would ride the whitewater all the way back to the lake and return them. We did all this high on weed with no lifejackets or helmets but we survived. Good times!

BACK IN 77 WE BUILT A LOG CABIN,NEAR RR TRACKS.BULLDOZED 79 OR 80,INDUSTRIAL PARK WAS DEVELOPED ON LAND BETWEEN PARK ENTRANCE FROM HIGHLAND,AND THE RR TRACKS,I THINK I HAVE PHOTO FROM 78,IF I CAN FIND I'LL POST IT

GOOD JOB DORITO HERO,BACK IN THE DAY I REMEMBER ANOTHER GANG,NOT THE LITTLE PINGAS,IT WAS THEIR POPPIES GANG,THEY RODE LITTLE DONKYS,THEY WENT BY THE NAME FRITOS BANDITOS!

Danbury forest liar,WHITEWATER?,I Call BS.unless you were dumb enough to paddle over the dam.L4nXj

Old Wrote:
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> I worked with a Salvidorian woman who's husband
> committed suicide at Lake Accotink. He hung
> himself from the train bridge. They were going
> through a divorce, and he stopped by her home to
> take the children out for a treat. She sensed
> that something was very wrong with him and would
> not let the kids go with him. Thank God she did
> not let the kids go, he might have killed them
> too.

Or maybe the guy just wanted to spend some time with his kids.

But the bitch cock-blocked him one more time just to be a a bitch.

Maybe the bitch had a habit of using the kids as a weapon against him... keeping them from him simply out of spite... trying to hurt him and not once considering or recognizing the emotional traume she was putting them through...

Just maybe that set him totally off the edge into adios-ville.

Not a sermon, just a thought.

I was out in Accotink (outskirts) with some friends at night and we were heading back from the baseball fields and had to cross one of the bridges that we had previously come across a few hours before. When we reached it the second time on our way back we saw a wax pentagram in the center of the bridge with 5 burnt candles on each corner.
It's a strange place. The area around the trestle crossing near the Carleigh prkway entrance is also off.

Back in 78 four or five of us were drinking beers and decided to walk across the trestle when we heard the train comming,My buddies started running,one guy got his foot stuck,after he freed his foot he ran so fast he almost knocked another guy off passing him.I waited to see what track the train was on and jumped two feet to the other side.p.s if you overlap pennies in a row, let the train run over them, you can make a braclet that will turn your wrist green,and dont get hit by the train danbury kid.

Zimmy Wrote:
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> on our way back we saw a wax pentagram in the
> center of the bridge with 5 burnt candles on each
> corner.



Don't be scared -- it's just a ritual.

Back in '78 me and 2 buddies were crossing the trestle bridge with a big paper grocery sack full of Schlitz Tall Boy beers. About half way across 2 bummy looking hobo guys started to walk towards us and yelled and asked for a light. As they got right up to us one of them pulled out a gigantic rusty hunting knife and demanded all our money and the sack filled with our beers. My one buddy, who was very athletic. freaked out and did some kind of wild round house kick and kicked the bummy dude, with the knife, off the bridge. The other Bummy dude got scared as shit and jumped across to the other track and ran off. we still laugh about it to this day. Good times.

I used to ride my bike to work and passed through the park on my way. In the morning (about 6 am) there was always an old lady on the trail who yelled at me to slow down.

Memory's Wrote:
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> Back in '78 me and 2 buddies were crossing the
> trestle bridge with a big paper grocery sack full
> of Schlitz Tall Boy beers. About half way across 2
> bummy looking hobo guys started to walk towards us
> and yelled and asked for a light. As they got
> right up to us one of them pulled out a gigantic
> rusty hunting knife and demanded all our money and
> the sack filled with our beers. My one buddy, who
> was very athletic. freaked out and did some kind
> of wild round house kick and kicked the bummy
> dude, with the knife, off the bridge. The other
> Bummy dude got scared as shit and jumped across to
> the other track and ran off. we still laugh about
> it to this day. Good times.


Yeah bro, I remember that day. Good times!

Slow down you little shit!

Back in 78 I remember some homo kid from Danbury Forest stealing our canoes,He was wearing a helmet,and life jacket,police said this kid was offering blowjobs to homeless men on the train trestle,asked why,He said, Good times!

Can't speak for the earlier days but in the early/mid 90's, that parking lot area was the hook up spot for the married professionals (who worked in nearby industrial parks and Springfield itself) to hook up and have affairs. For some reason, they thought it was private in broad daylight.

I used to go down there on Wednesdays at about 5:30 pm to toss back a few before a weekly "management" meeting nearby. Awful meeting, you had to have a buzz to sit through it.

Would see the couples come out of the woods with a blanket, do their big goodbye kiss, and get in separate cars. After a few weeks of this, they started getting paranoid, guess they thought I was a private detective.

1974 - the mean kids from North Springfield would throw rail road spikes down at at us from the bridge! We were just trying to catch a few carp and catfish at the dam.

Sorry carp cunt,I was trying to hit homo canoe thief.

Early 70's late 60's that men't catching slow moving trains on the Southern Railroad and riding the rails to the party grounds with the 1 and Only Real Bunny Man. You could ride to the parties at Lake Accotink, Bells Pond near the Old Burke Handy Dandy - 7-11 , The Pagens House and then drop off at several places in Clifton including the one at Bunny Man Bridge named in his honor. And you all thought the Bunny Man was some shit from 1900??

Memory's Wrote:
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> Back in '78 me and 2 gay buddies were crossing the
> trestle bridge with a big paper grocery sack full
> of Tall dildos. About half way across 2
> bummy looking hobo guys started to walk towards us
> and yelled and asked for a blow job. As they got
> right up to us one of them pulled out a gigantic
> thundercock and demanded all our money and
> and our sacks were filled with jizz . My one buddy, who
> was very athletic. jacked off and did some kind
> of wild round house dick kick and dickkicked the bummy
> dude, with the thundercock, off the bridge. The other
> Bummy dude got scared as shit and jumped across to
> the other track and ran off. we still laugh about
> it to this day. Good times.


fixed it for you.

just don't go jogging on tracks with headphones on John Trexler.

Early 80s I fingerfucked a chick named Cathy down there in the woods. Then my fingers had that sweet smell of success!

Does success smell like carp?

hey rube Wrote:
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> (13 July 1997, Virginia) Eric A. Barcia, a
> 22-year-old Reston, VA resident, was found dead
> yesterday after he used bungee cords to jump off a
> 70-foot railroad trestle, police said.
>
> http://darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin1997-05.html


I went to school with that guy. Think he had a brother named T.J.

Oh Lake Accotink...countless hours spent there our in the surrounding woods...
Bottle rocket wars at "dead mans cliff"...
Shooting the "no boats past here"sign once...
Building rafts and swimming the creek every summer...
Swinging the rope swing on the deep section at the bend of the creek, before the park cut the tree down...
Partying our assess off in the woods in the eighties, bonfires, beer, booze, boomboxes and buds!
Underground forts in the woods that the cool girls would even go in to make out...
Skating on the marsh ice every winter...
BMX tracks and jumps way before mountain bikes...
The sewer tunnel exploration under Queensberry Ave...
All the old fifties cars in the woods...
Finding civil war stuff and arrow heads...
More beer in the woods...
Fear of leeches in the creek as a kid, bringing salt just in case...

Ravensworth Boy Wrote:
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> Oh Lake Accotink...countless hours spent there our
> in the surrounding woods...
> Bottle rocket wars at "dead mans cliff"...
> Shooting the "no boats past here"sign once...
> Building rafts and swimming the creek every
> summer...
> Swinging the rope swing on the deep section at the
> bend of the creek, before the park cut the tree
> down...
> Partying our assess off in the woods in the
> eighties, bonfires, beer, booze, boomboxes and
> buds!
> Underground forts in the woods that the cool girls
> would even go in to make out...
> Skating on the marsh ice every winter...
> BMX tracks and jumps way before mountain bikes...
> The sewer tunnel exploration under Queensberry
> Ave...
> All the old fifties cars in the woods...
> Finding civil war stuff and arrow heads...
> More beer in the woods...
> Fear of leeches in the creek as a kid, bringing
> salt just in case...


How do you have loud keg parties in the woods? Shit like that doesn't happen anymore, some prick would call the cops.

Also are the junked cars still in the woods.

Oh yeah! Accostink. I loved me some Accostink back in the day. I met friends that lived there when I went to Irving in the early 80's. We continued to party out there through high school. All the broken family kids that lived in Tivoli and Cardinal forest. All those chicks were sluts who had daddy issues. Their parents didn't care about them and let them do whatever they wanted so we always partied at their houses or went out into the woods at accostink. It was great.

Didnt some kid get hit by a train there?

I know tj. He had a moustache his freshman year. Had a bunch of classes with him at lee.

I remember BJ,We used to give eachother white moustaches our freshman year at Lee H.S