I’ve always loved trains. My grandpa was a New York Central railroad engineer. Grandma and I could ride the trains for free, and we visited all the relatives in surrounding states as often as we could. I loved the sway of the train, the clacking of the wheels, and watching the beautiful natural scenery go by. The sound of a mournful train whistle off in the distance brings back wonderful memories.
Even though the shrill whistles and loud air horns from the two active train tracks close to the campground remind me more of battling roosters than trains, especially at 4:00 am, I still enjoy remembering the fun of traveling by rail. Now if I could just remember that at 4:00 am!