There are goats and hawks, and cactus and dirt and rocks. There is debris from excavations of yester-year. You pass by damaged train cars that collided with a rock or fell off the cliff to deteriorate into time. At the end of the road is the largest wooden trestle in the world. At its highest point it's 180 tall. It curves from one peak to another, one tunnel to another. It was fun and exciting but next time I'm riding a bike instead.
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Abandoned train. Michelle Oleary climbing in.
A collapsed tunnel.
The trestle, underside.
One of several tunnels that we had to walk slowly, toes pointed upward to avoid damage.
View from a catwalk in the middle of the trestle. Michelle Oleary playing.
Trestle as it might have looked a long time ago since the world was black and white then.
A goose?
A zebra?
How many bars do you have? Arin Buresch.
It's amazing how clear and bright the sun is outside of the city.
Stand by me...
Michelle Oleary teetering at the edge of a cliff
Lucas Buresch and background props to me.
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Well written article.
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