Train Jumping and the St. Louis underground are surely among the plans for spring. A cargo train trip to Chi-town and mysterious explorations of the semi-secret caves…
As far as trains go, I even got a chance to jump one last night. It was a coal transporter. Moving really slow through the downtown area, so it was easy to run, catch up, grab on, and you are on your way…somewhere. Fueled by a grand anticipation of adventurous freedom and mischief. The great tale collector.
But this was just a practice hop, so it only went on for ¼ mile or so. Nevertheless, very encouraging.
I did learn something about train operators recently. When you look at the railroad maps, they seem so grand and free. I remember thinking that engineers must be so glad to have a chance to travel so much. But then I found out that on those long distance routs, any particular train engineer only gets to travel a short distance, then having to return back to the starting point. So instead of discovering, and seeing the land, they end up moving only within that short stretch, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… always…
That is a depressing thought to me. It seems that even fun things when made into a job become, boring, ordain and dismal.
During that whole train pasting experiment we saw some sort of weasel looking animal laying there cut perfectly in half over a track. It seems that he was trapped under a train, could have waited for it to pass, and instead went for that last leap to freedom.
It was so strange and shocking to see. The front part of his body, lays there stretched out, soaring for liberty, hindered by heavy metal destiny. Chilling yet poetic.
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