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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.

Trainless Days in the Woods

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Vermont Railway Systems in Rutland The air suffocates my face as mucous dribbles down my nose and onto my lips. I lay there on layers of moist cardboard, wrapped in a cocoon of nylon, listening...

Day 1 – Mount Royal and the Raccoons

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Mount Royal and the Raccoons To avoid crossing the border by foot, I took a Greyhound to Montreal, which did not go smoothly by any means. It never...

Slow and Scenic on Loaded Wood Chips

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After lying my ass off to the Park Ranger at Baxter State Park, I found myself with a pink warning slip in my pocket, my pack in the bed of his vehicle and my...
Freight Train Hopping out of Hamilton

Night Rider of the Blue Dusk

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Train Hopping Auckland Loud nasally snores echoed from the living room and I tapped Zep to wake him, but he did not budge. He lay there stone cold on the blue suede couch from a...

Face Tats and Steelies

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I awoke next morning to the sun vexing my brow.  My eyes flickered, perturbed with itchiness, as I rubbed sand and dirt out of them.  I snuffled from congestion expelling coughs as if I...