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<\/a>Notice the railroad spikes tied to the shoe? Way Cool!<\/p><\/div>Seems every where we have traveled we have been followed by a train. I know it isot the same train, but you know what I mean \ud83d\ude42 As we went across the country to California it seemed we were always listening to a train atight. Sometimes just a subtle train whistle in the distance, or at point the trains were so close they shook the entire coach and the light from the engine lit up the motor home!<\/p>\n
As we traveled along I-10 occasionally it seemed we were racing side by side a long winding train, which due to the fact ofo trees in the desert, you could see the entire length of the train. I am always amazed how the engines are able to pull all that weight. It just seems like so much back there, tons and tons of freight!<\/p>\n
We even stopped at the ghost town of Steins which was created and abandoned because of the railroad. Once a booming town selling distilled water to fuel the steam engines out in the middle of New Mexico it eventually was abandoned overight as the diesel engines were introduced.<\/p>\n
Westward we went, seemingly following a railroad line the whole way. And then back on our eastward trek home we had the crawl up the famous Tehachapi Pass along side a train that seemed to be moving faster than we were. But once out of that valley we had level ground to traverse back to Florida.<\/p>\n
Back at my hometown of Cincinnati during Christmas I even made Sharon go with me to see the huge train display they put up every year that my dad would take me to when I was young. I always loved model trains. My parentsever had the space or the money to create a big setup like I wanted. I had a few small ones here and there. I loved building the little towns, complete with mountain passes, little trees, buildings, park benches and little people. <\/p>\n
Even lately as we stayed out in Milton in the motor home for a bit, we heard the rumbling and whistle of a train everyight. In our current house in downtown Pensacola we were lying in bed oneight and Sharon said \u201cCan you believe it, we are still hearing that damn train?\u201d<\/p>\n
It was then I realized the sound for me was soothing. I liked hearing the train. It reminds me of my childhood in Loveland, Ohio lying in bed atight listening for the train and imagining what far off places it is headed. I fantasized Where would it take me if I just hopped on it one day. New York? Washington DC? Montana? The Wild West?<\/p>\n
I remember when I first realized theyo longer had cabooses on them. I was so bummed out. Like something had been taken away from me without even asking me \ud83d\ude42 It just takes away the self-sufficientature of the trains. That is another concept that I gravitate towards that is the subject of another story someday. <\/p>\n
As many of you know we are having a baby boy sometime in late July. I plan on using him as an excuse to start up a huge model train collection. I wonder if I can instill the fascination of trains in him, or will it be inheritedaturally? Either way, he is destined to have a trains running through his life as well I believe. Maybe it has to do with the traveling spirit in me, or I was supposed to be hobo with just aapsack on a stick, but I love trains and everything about them?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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