PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
Trips from Minnesota to Colorado were stitched together by endless miles of train tracks.
The only air conditioning was 4WD–four windows down. We wore scarves to keep our hair from blowing off our heads. We learned to endure the long wait of freight trains clattering across our path by counting cars. Often, the total was over 200.
Sometimes we could see the contents. Coal. Grain. Hogs or cattle. The box cars, of course we could only guess at.
The engineers and the guys on the caboose always waved back at us. Must have been boring for them, too.