Our Train Kept Calling Us and We Came...

It seems like as soon as we stepped foot in Virginia a train called out to us every early morning and late into the evening.  The sound of the train calling out to us became a familiar friend on the trail and I visualized this work horse hauling hundreds of coal cars through the Virginia valley below.  I came to love hearing the train as we made our way to our next destination.

A few days prior to our arrival at Harper's Ferry we were headed down into another gap and, being a man of that age where you find yourself having to pee every hour, I let Fire Fly go ahead.  A minute later and down the trail I heard Fire Fly yelling, "Crank, Crank!".  I came running down the hill thinking that she was being attacked by a bear, only to find that she was standing on the railroad tracks pointing at our train coming our way!  We quickly crossed the tracks and as it passed by gave the train engineer and knowing nod hello and walked into the woods.  We finally saw our good friend in real life!  Will he be there with us in PA?

Crank