Belfast and Moosehead Lake Railroad

Belfast and Moosehead Lake Railroad
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33.07 Burnham Junction
Sebasticook River
29.44 Winnecook
24.95 Unity
21.40 Thorndike
18.47 Knox
14.07 Fobes
12.27 Brooks
7.15 Waldo
5.16 Sargents
2.16 City Point
0.00 Belfast

The Belfast & Moosehead Lake Railroad (reporting mark BML) ran from Burnham Junction in Maine on the Maine Central Railroad to the small seaport of Belfast, and operated from 1870 to 2008. It was originally leased by the Maine Central as the Belfast Branch. When the MEC terminated the lease, ownership was acquired by the city of Belfast. At one time, outbound freight included a large amount of processed fish from Belfast's processing plants. In the 1950s and 1960s much of the freight was chicken feed for the area's considerable chicken-growing operations.

With the serious decline of freight movements, a tourist operation was started. In 2005, operations in the Belfast area ceased. The train ran from a new station in Unity to Burnham Junction for a couple more years, and there were occasional unscheduled runs to Belfast, mostly ceremonial or for special events. In 2007, the railroad ceased operations, though excursion trains were later introduced, running on a limited section of the route.

Read more about Belfast And Moosehead Lake Railroad:  Freight Traffic

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