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And taking photos of the train I had a moment. Two people passing by. Sitting on the rear platform of the parlour car, enjoying their day, enjoying my enjoyment of their day. The picture didn’t come out, it’s out of focus, but it was a moment; a connection.
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We’re in a mountain valley. Ridges on both sides. The steam whistle lives on after the initial blast, ever more gentle as it returns from the mountain walls.
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Exactly the train that caught my imagination as a 9 year-old. A Christmas present. An American Flyer train. Something newer and fresher than the Lionel. More realistic. It ran on two rails instead of three. The set was called the Frontiersman. Looked just like this.