Burlington Junction Railway

The Burlington Junction Railway (reporting mark BJRY) is a Class III short line railroad which was chartered in 1985. Originally operating on the southernmost 3 miles (4.8 km) of the former Burlington, Cedar Rapids and Northern Railway mainline in Burlington, Iowa after abandonment by the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific Railroad, it provides short freight hauling, switching operations, locomotive repair, and transloading services, the latter currently handling over 3,000 carloads a year. Typical commodity types transported include chemicals and fertilizer. The BJRY's primary interchange partner is the BNSF Railway.

The BJRY power fleet currently numbers twelve locomotives. Other Burlington Junction Railway assets include 50,000 feet (15,000 m) of warehouse space, as well as various types of bulk material handling equipment such as augers.

As of February 2010, the carrier operates seven various local industrial railroads:

  • Burlington, Iowa (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF)
Trackage: 3 miles (4.8 km)
  • Mt. Pleasant, Iowa (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF)
Trackage: 1-mile (1.6 km)
  • Ottumwa, Iowa (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF)
Trackage: 1-mile (1.6 km)
  • Quincy, Illinois (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF & and Norfolk Southern )
Trackage: 7 miles (11 km)
  • Rochelle, Illinois (Trackage owned by the City of Rochelle / Connection to BNSF & UP)
  • Montgomery, Illinois (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF)
  • Fenton/Valley Park, Missouri (Switch Carrier / Connection to BNSF)

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    “In order to get to East Russet you take the Vermont Central as far as Twitchell’s Falls and change there for Torpid River Junction, where a spur line takes you right into Gormley. At Gormley you are met by a buckboard which takes you back to Torpid River Junction again.”
    —Robert Benchley (1889–1945)

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    —Angela Carter (1940–1992)