Trains

Visited Chattanooga this week with the fam. Took a countryside train ride that culminated in a tour of one of the old “yards.” The big feature was the turntable switch of a train from one track direction to another, but I was more captivated by hangin’ out next to these relics of transportation. Little boy Steven returned while I was running my 12 year old daughter through the details of an old coal burnin’ engine. What a blast. The romance of these behemoths never changes. No matter how dirty and noisy they get. I’ve always loved the passing terrain, whizzing by, comfortable, dreamy, with no wheel to steer, no direction, no traffic lights with no particular place to go, and not caring.

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