One night out camping in Prescott, ON
Painters Weekend- where a bunch of filthy kids who paint houses for a living get together and drink lots of beer. I was in bed by 10:30pm.
I heard a train in the distance, I had to hit up the main line. Some children gave us a quick lift on their quads to the tracks on some random dirt road. I think I converted colevan into a railfan now too.
A bunch of police came through for a nice visit. Someone was arrested.
Now, back in Montreal, I’m going to head over to the rail line and hopefully catch a few trains with my new camera.
Enjoy!
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Oh man…you stole my heart with this post…I grew up alongside a railroad and loved every minute of it…the distant rumble as you first start to hear them coming…then the earth shaking as they roar by, blasting their air horns…then the ebb as they roll into the distance…priceless.
All that and beer too…doesn’t get much better.
Be encouraged!
Yes your right. It is damn exciting. What region did you grow up in? What railroad ran by your house? Did you ever take photographs of them?
Looks like a blast!
Yea not the day after though hehe