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.

Train Hopping Gondola

It’s Not Fuckin’ Rocket Science

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Train Hopping Charlottesville After a long drug-crazed weekend boozin’, watching pupils turn to pinpoints with the flick of a flame, exhaling ice, crack and weed, we hopped out of a jeep by the train yard...
Train Hopping Loaded Coal

Hidin’ in the Shadows of Unit Coal

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Train Hopping Memphis With the recent rainfall, and playing hide and seek from workers and the bull, I threw up my white flag.  Never again will I waste two days trying to infiltrate BNSF Memphis...
Train Hopping Loaded Coal

Loaded Coal and Locked Dreams

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Train Hopping Denver After kickin’ it for a week in a townhouse off of Martin Luther King Blvd., gettin’ high off edibles, and free climbing the Flatirons in Boulder, I felt eager to hit the...
Empty Coal Car

Fuck Outta Here White Boy

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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...

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...