{"id":15593,"date":"2021-11-08T05:48:21","date_gmt":"2021-11-08T12:48:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=15593"},"modified":"2021-12-02T05:44:24","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T12:44:24","slug":"the-verde-canyon-railroad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=15593","title":{"rendered":"the Verde Canyon Railroad"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

June is here<\/strong>. I travel back up north to Clarkdale once again, this time to jump on board the Verde Canyon Railroad<\/a> and their historic train that still runs the rails daily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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The train depot<\/strong> is just what I would imagine an old timey train station would feel like, walking past the different train cars in the afternoon sun until I come to the caboose, then walk back again until I find my train car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think I chose a first class ticket, which came with a nice snack tray, but I found myself right across from another seat with a strange old gent staring right back at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He probably had the same thought about me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We try to make conversation, but I sense that won’t last, so I politely excuse myself and head out to one of the open air sections, order a drink, and watch the sunset over the mountains as we chug along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You get to see beauty rarely seen, as this train only runs for tourists, not for commerce or trade. We end out in Perkinsville, a town of only a few settlers all from the same bloodline. As the train gets ready to return along the same route the stars start to appear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The glory of the sunset ride is the return trip. The heat of the day has evaporated, and clear skies showcase the Milky Way in celestial brilliance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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