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.

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...

Waking up in Canada…

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...

I See It All By TRAIN!

I'm living while I'm dying in a paradox called life, slowly wandering, feeling the heartbeat of Earth through her thunderous squeals of steel, creaking, rolling, slicing,...

Be a Freight

"This is a fictionalized story based off the dumb shit I've seen people do on YouTube...this is for all the YouTube view whores and clowns who don't respect the train and treat it like...

50 Shades of Train

People know you ride when she rolls into a town, with you drenched in grease. Your face smudged in dirt. Your fingernails are deep black. You ramblin' train tramp.