I dropped Emily at Heritage Farm on one end of Riverview Road and decided to go north to the little park in Boston. This is the last weekend the Nickel Plate 765 steam engine is running. From the reports I knew the last two weekends had been shoulder to shoulder people, but I wanted to see the behemoth myself.
I parked at the ski resort and started the hike to the station. I knew all the police on duty, and got a hug from Priscilla, right in the middle of Riverview, as she stopped traffic for me to cross.
Oh, the smell of it and the noise of it. I inhaled deeply of coal and steam. I didn't need a ticket for that.
I did need a ticket to get past this old man. Until an old railroad comrade hailed...
I hope you have smelled a coal fired steam engine in your life. The steam billowing, the sunlight shafting through... And the size of it. Massive. Yes, those wheels are as tall as a man.
The little park in Boston is just across the road. Pictures in the papers the last two week ends showed the park full of people, jostling for a view of old 765. Not too bad today. Then it was time to go for Hamilton.
As we left the parking lot of his church I asked if he was interested in the long way home; there were two awesome things to look at. Of course he was.
We stopped along Riverview, under the Ohio Turnpike bridge that spans the valley. I've wanted to do that for some time, too. Hamilton was suitably impressed. "But why are there people down by the tracks?" They were waiting for the train to pass. "What train?" I had something else to show him!
The train, back for another run. Sadly for the folks under the bridge a little south, the Boston station was today's southern terminus; Hamilton and I got there in time to inhale deeply and then watch 765's wheels revolve backwards and start the northbound trip.
Probably all the folks over here on the south, in the little park, didn't know the train would not pass them by. But two little boys playing tag on the sandstone walks made me smile.