What a fine piece of machinery. A living breathing huffing chuffing sighing groaning screaming piece of machinery.
Durango
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.
Durango
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.
Durango
Every morning. Every evening. Steam trains.
Never know
Never know who you’ll run into. Sitting here at Alpen Rose in Durango, we see Bear and Shortie from Gulf Waters. They live on the same street as we do there. They’re enjoying an exploration of the west this summer. Nice visit. We’ll see them again down south in about a month.