To be frank, I'm partial to the train trestle photo's from your last post. They had depth, the snow, the contrasts and they felt inviting. Just my thought as your story was a pleasant reminder of my youthful skiing days on the great plains of Ohio (ツ).
It turns out I didn't really know skiing until I came to Oregon, there are some badass slopes in the PNW.
Awesome, glad you enjoyed that photo. I have a few more of those from December I can put something together. I have some of the trestle overlook the Susquehanna too.
That would be cool. The Midwest is crisscrossed with railroads. One of my fondest memories is walking the track and finding all kinds of 'treasures' such as spikes and glass insulators. My love of the pungent creosote oozing from the ties on a hot summer afternoon is something my wife cannot understand. I bet you get it.
I remember that aroma. Our hikes on that track have been in winter though. It just occurred to me we haven’t completed that in the summer. One of the reasons is that on the weekends the run a steam engine that pulls a few cars on a stretch of that track. My dad and I took my son on that that when he was 4.
"My dad and I took my son on that that when he was 4."
You're a good man and, in my view, you should repeat this no matter how old your boy is today. Males are inherently drawn to the awesomeness of trains.
To be frank, I'm partial to the train trestle photo's from your last post. They had depth, the snow, the contrasts and they felt inviting. Just my thought as your story was a pleasant reminder of my youthful skiing days on the great plains of Ohio (ツ).
It turns out I didn't really know skiing until I came to Oregon, there are some badass slopes in the PNW.
Awesome, glad you enjoyed that photo. I have a few more of those from December I can put something together. I have some of the trestle overlook the Susquehanna too.
That would be cool. The Midwest is crisscrossed with railroads. One of my fondest memories is walking the track and finding all kinds of 'treasures' such as spikes and glass insulators. My love of the pungent creosote oozing from the ties on a hot summer afternoon is something my wife cannot understand. I bet you get it.
I remember that aroma. Our hikes on that track have been in winter though. It just occurred to me we haven’t completed that in the summer. One of the reasons is that on the weekends the run a steam engine that pulls a few cars on a stretch of that track. My dad and I took my son on that that when he was 4.
"My dad and I took my son on that that when he was 4."
You're a good man and, in my view, you should repeat this no matter how old your boy is today. Males are inherently drawn to the awesomeness of trains.
He’s 20 now, I might be able to get him to go. We’ll see.