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Home Train Hopping

Train Hopping

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.

Pickin’ Apples, Catchin’ Freight on those Autumn Backroads

I walked from Hoosick Junction to Arlington with another 10 to 15 miles ahead of me before I'd reach Manchester.  My head jolted and I flinched from the distant train horn pounding...

NECR Outta Brat

I rolled over in the dirt this morning, poking my head out of my bivy, lying in viny tendrils of plants scattered along the river between remnants of dead birch and leaves. ...

Green State Bound During Covid

Grays and blacks furrowed the sky in pregnant clouds as I stood there by the CSX yard waiting on my freight.  I left shortly thereafter, leaving my wet footprints behind with sawdust...


I splay out along a swimming hole where the cataracts flow, down the craggy chasms of rock, over the moss and through the riffs and ferns, swimming out to meet the St....

Scotty Kickin’ Dope on a Freight to Livonia

I woke to the train's thrumming, and the clickety-clack of her wheels.  The tapping of rain struck against the roof as she rolled out of the yard towards Livonia.  Puddles of raindrops...