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.

Catch that Train…Catch that train…

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

Giants on the Steel in Small-town Iowa

I hopped off my first Viking Ship around 9 PM, wandering the dark, dusty, dirt roads of Fort Madison, IA. The crisp air calmed me and as I listened to the deafening bellows of...

Wandering through the Hundred Acre Woods

Losing My Mind in the Sonoran Desert I remember my correspondence with Northbank Fred from over a year ago via email like it was just yesterday. I thanked him for...

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...