The Wood Chip Train Can
Train Hopping Millinocket, Maine
I woke up covered in a thick, wet, film of condensation from the crashing raindrops running rampant throughout the rough night, festering from the ambush of humidity. I glanced through the...
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...
The Train That Never Came…
The deep orange fireball slowly poked out above the calm cerulean ocean lighting the coastal skyline. Soft ripples churned below, splashing against the timber piles of an abandoned wharf and as I stretched...
Night Rider of the Blue Dusk
Train Hopping Auckland
Loud nasally snores echoed from the living room and I tapped Zep to wake him, but he did not budge. He lay there stone cold on the blue suede couch from a...
Tauranga Diesel Boy
Train Hopping Tauranga
I lay sprawled out in the grass. The night dew slowly dampened my ass so I unraveled my bivy for a quick sleep under a patch of pine trees by the Hamilton...
