The RJ Corman dinner train heads south between Clermont and Deatsvilles with a sharp looking high-nosed GP9 in command. Clearing this scene required about 30 minutes of work while I thrashed away at several small trees, weeds, and briars using a saw and sling-blade. Thanks to the briars my arms now look as though I was attacked by an angry cat and my britches have a few burs in them, but I’m pleased with the results.
