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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.

Under a “Needle-Infested” Bridge

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"This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little to no money as...
Train Hopping

Empty Lumber in the Land of Kiwi

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Ridin' Blind on Empty Lumber Outta Napier The Big Island drifted away between blurs of deep blue ocean and wispy clouds as I set my roots in New Zealand. That night, my plane landed in...

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...

Waking up in Canada…

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She beat around the steel, rocking me like a baby in a cradle, and as soon as I shut my eyes I started drifting to sleep with the darkening sky.  My nose...

Catch that Train…Catch that train…

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Sometimes I wonder, What it's like to stop searching. Calmness always fades. Hoping and dreaming. Worlds collide with fantasy.