A manifest rumbles past the small Essex Yard and the Izaak Walton Inn with a rather eclectic lashup, including and SD45-B and an upgraded geep in a GP30 carbody.
22. The flame orange skies are all that is left of the sun as an eastbound grain train heads for the summit crossing Sheep's Creek Trestle. There are no goats present today but when they are they ... (more)