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Trona Railway Reduces Operations

In the high desert of San Bernardino County, the rhythmic sound of the Trona Railway’s vintage SD40 locomotives has long served as the heartbeat of Searles Valley. However, that rhythm is slowing. As of early 2026, a “perfect storm” of economic and regulatory pressures has forced Searles Valley Minerals (SVM) to implement massive cutbacks, leading to a significantly reduced schedule for the historic short-line railroad.

The Catalyst: Plant Idling and Layoffs

The downturn began in earnest in February 2026, when Searles Valley Minerals announced the idling of its Argus and Trona plants. Citing a combination of global market saturation—specifically the “dumping” of low-cost soda ash from overseas—and California’s stringent regulatory environment, the company issued WARN Act notices to over 300 employees, roughly 55% of its workforce.

While the Westend facility remains operational, the mothballing of the Argus plant has removed the primary demand for the coal and soda ash shipments that once filled the Trona Railway’s manifests.


Impact on Trona Railway Operations

The Trona Railway (TRC), which operates a 30.6-mile line between the mining complex and the Union Pacific interchange at Searles Junction, has been forced to adapt to the following changes:

  • Reduced Frequency: Once a daily operation, the TRC has shifted to an “ad-hoc” or “as-needed” schedule. Local reports and rail enthusiasts have noted that coal trains, formerly a staple of the line, have virtually disappeared as the plant transitions away from coal-fired power.

  • Shifting Commodities: With the Argus plant idled, the railway is pivoting to focus on boron and minerals from the Westend plant. Boron’s recent classification as a U.S. Critical Mineral provides a slim silver lining, potentially stabilizing a baseline of rail traffic for national security interests.

  • Infrastructure & Equipment: Plans for new Tier 4 locomotives have reportedly been paused or cancelled due to the loss of funding and the sudden drop in operational demand. The iconic “tunnel motor” locomotives continue to run, but far less frequently.


A Community in Transition

The reduction in rail and mining activity is more than a corporate shift; it is an existential threat to the town of Trona.

“In Trona, the company is the town,” noted one local resident. “They support the schools and provide the water. When the trains stop running, the lights start to

Local schools are already bracing for an enrollment “death spiral” as families relocate to find work. The railway’s reduced schedule is the most visible indicator of this contraction, signaling a transition from a booming mineral hub to a leaner, more specialized operation.

Looking Ahead: Solar and Survival

Despite the grim outlook, SVM is looking toward a different kind of future. In late 2025, the company partnered with GlassPoint to begin replacing its coal-fired operations with a massive 750 MWth solar thermal project.If successful, this could eventually lower energy costs enough to make California mineral production competitive again.

For now, however, the Trona Railway remains in a state of watchful waiting, its reduced schedule a somber reflection of a valley fighting to remain “Trona Strong.”

A Perfect Childhood — by Bill Robinson

 Jeoffrey Lycurgus Robinson on the left

I feel abandoned! I was born and raised in Trona. But we left when my father died. I was 11 yrs old and had finished the fifth grade. My family lived there for 25 years. Two older brothers and a sister graduated from Trona High School. I lived and breathed Trona High where both of my brothers played varsity football.

Now I am an orphan! I didn’t graduate from Trona High, so I have no class to belong to. It is where I walked barefoot in the sand, where the asphalt curled under our toes and the windstorms blinded us but never sent us back indoors. Where I walked to school every day with my dog Lassie who stayed outside the school yard and waited for me to return. Where I passed the homes of my teachers who invited us in for Kool-Aid and cookies.

We had big yards, alleys between the houses and we knew everyone on our street and down the alley.

There was scary Bobby Jones who always beat up the younger boys on the street, there was “Big Mary” that we all fantasized about and “Little Bill” and his brother Skipper who lived across the street (I was “Big Bill”).

We lived on Lupine street where, in the company owned town, the big shots lived. You were assigned your house, you didn’t pick it. We went to the open air movie theater at the town center, got banana splits at the counter in the drug store and paid for things at the grocery store with company script (not dollars).

If you didn’t have a car, you left town on the Trona Stages, our bus company. If you weren’t married, you lived in the bungalows across from the town center.

I roamed the desert fearlessly, escaping rattlesnakes, capturing desert turtles that became pets, discovering old mine shafts hidden in the tumbleweeds. I’m not sure if I owned any long pants or even shoes! The priest at our church, then located near the center of town, just rolled his eyes when we altar boys showed up barefoot and in short pants to serve at Mass.

My favorite time was the summer when we would go to the huge pool at Valley Wells. Most of the town was there almost every day. It was where we escaped the crippling heat and became human beings again (there was NO such thing as air conditioning then. Just useless water coolers that were only effective if you stood directly in front of it).

Mexicans had to live out of town until my father had an entire development built for them across from the street from the Trona Railroad which he ran.

My Dad had a massive heart attack earlier in the year of 1952.. He retired as the President of Trona Railroad in June of 1952. He died the night we moved from Trona. I was 11 yrs old.

My two brothers, Michael (1950), Bruce (1952) and sister Elizabeth (1945) who graduated from Trona High are deceased now, but my sister Eileen, 88 yrs old is still around. Probably the last living member of her class of 1951. I don’t think she will be attending any reunions!

So that leaves me. A Tronan without a home! A lost soul whose identity is like a ghost living in a world that exists only in another universe.

Oh, except we moved to Santa Monica, the jewel of all beach communities in California, if not the world. I spent my teen years in a place that I could not afford to live in today! But it also has its memories.

I live today in San Clemente, CA and have done so for the past 46 years. My recollections of Trona have faded somewhat over the years (I’m 80 yrs old) and I suspect it does not match my childhood memories that are so idyllic.

But I am still a Tronan in my bones. It is the wellspring from which I come and defines me by a childhood that could not have been more perfect.

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