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After three years of travel by foot, bicycle, bus and plane, Brian Cray hopped his first freight train outta Flagstaff, AZ, riding blind on a boxcar on the Southern Transcon.  He had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, but somewhere between the chaos, the innocence, the paranoia, train hopping stuck with him through the years, flowing in his gypsy blood.  Now he spends his free time between jobs wandering the country by freight train whenever he has the money and the time.

Train Hopping Winslow, Arizona

A Pig Really Does Have Wings!

(Spring 2019) My eyes felt heavy like stone as I woke to Spanish chatter from an early morning construction crew. It was 5 am. Men stood around a concrete pad working on a foundation as...

Ridin’ Dirt Outta ‘Kirk

I zigzagged through the green maze, pushing my way through the thick vegetation, limbs and thorns clawing my bare arms and snagging my pants, as I hit walls of impenetrable forest.  The faint trail...

Ridley Island Ate My Sleeping Bag in the Rain

Craynadian Wanderin' the Summer of 2019 It's 5 AM.  I can't sleep again for the third night on this train.  It's cold.  The rain finally stopped after nearly four days of intermittent pitter-patter and downpour,...

Ayoooooo Taco the Ankle Biter and the Roseville Crew

I woke up early that morning on a bed of mulch with limbs of pine drooping overhead and thick dew in the air. The clanking commotion from heavy equipment jostling stone boulders around...

Karso and Aurora

The hardest moments for me are goodbyes.  Always.  Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy my solitude, but the goodbyes always tear me down like watchin' a building of emotions collapse as you...