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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.

Slow and Scenic on Loaded Wood Chips

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...

Stray Needles in Hartford

A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours of night.  I awoke, confused as to what gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.  Rain dripped.  It dropped from the abandoned overhang above my...

Trainless Days in the Woods

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...
Empty Coal Car

Fuck Outta Here White Boy

To avoid BNSF Memphis Yard, I walked 12 miles to a traffic signal along the Mississippi River.  East Memphis felt neighborly, with white picket fences, immaculate homes in gated communities and plentiful churches.  I...

Crimson Tides of Sun

I wake on lumber. Crimson embers light the sky, as she sleeps on steel.