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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.

All Across America 40,000 Mile Tour

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I left my wet footprints behind as sawdust caked to the bottom of my feet, catching a viking ship on the Q160 out of Chicago.  An emulsion of grays furrowed the sky. The...

White Night along Champlain

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I worked for free that day as a cemetery groundskeeper, sitting beneath a large oak tree, gazing out at the latent train tracks waiting for them to come alive.  Thick air struck my lungs...

The Cold and Lonely 11R

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I hopped on the 11R on one of the coldest nights since I started this trip, at 2 degrees Fahrenheit, catching out of East Deerfield under the moonlit sky.  I spent that whole night...

The Silver Path through an Ivory Blanket

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I stepped off the bus and walked straight to the woods, past Emgrem, past Jackson, and tromped right past the Stewart's Shop heading towards the tracks across from the yard, where they dropped blocks...

Echo From the Hills

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I woke in the middle of the night to yelps and squeals echoing from up in the hills.  They weren't from a dog and didn't sound like a fox or a coyote, but I...