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 We were hiking along the train tracks, making our way to the ocean. We balanced on the rails, hopped along the timber and picked out rocks from time to time. We stopped off a path and started to climb down a very steep incline when a train came roaring down the tracks. I paused and started climbing back up towards the tracks with everyone else, and we stood watching the cargo train rush past us. I've never hiked along live tracks before, only the abandoned ones (or what I thought were abandoned ones). But for a live track, it felt kind of abandoned, what with it being in the middle of a forrest and some rusted nails I found. It was my first time watching a train rush past me while I stood on the side. (I'm not counting on a platform for commuter trains or anything like that. I'm counting right next to big cargo trains in remote areas.) I could have hopped on one of the open cars when it slowed down briefly, but I couldn't get stable footing because of the lose rocks and incline. How fun would that have been? I wondered where the train went to. After the train finished rushing past us, we climbed back up and lowered our ears to listen. It was such a nice sound, the vibration of the rails. We glanced at each other and smiled. |