Larry and I took two walks this weekend on the Silver Comet Trail. On both trips, we started at the same point and went in opposite directions.
Yesterday’s post focused on the song of Euharlee Creek, its beautiful music adding a wonderful layer of enjoyment to our exercise.
I forgot to mention in that post a louder encounter — one that was repeated three times on Saturday’s walk: being just a few yards away from a train heading through town.
We stood that first time and watched the whole train, marveling at the different types of cars and the different cargo — even impressed by the quality of some of the graffiti on the sides of the cars.
Yesterday, we walked alongside one train moving in our direction, we lost the foot race of course, but it was fun to absorb the power of the train, if only for a moment.
Where I grew up, the nearest train track was maybe 3/4 of a mile away, but I’d here that train every night, loud, steady, sure.
Since our train encounters of the weekend, I’ve had the chorus to Arlo Guthrie’s “City of New Orleans” stuck in my head:
Singing, good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don’t you know me, I’m your native son?
I’m the train they call “The City of New Orleans”.
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
We didn’t quite make 500 miles this weekend, but six or seven for sure. And they were good days when the days were done.