I love trains. There’s no getting around it. I wish I lived in a country where train travel was routine, or even in a city where commuting by train was possible. If I worked in Atlanta, for example, I would check into moving to Decatur, just so I could ride the train downtown every day.
Augusta has plenty of trains (as you can see below), and unless I’m in a huge rush or late for an appointment, I enjoy getting caught by a passing freight train lumbering by. From my house, I can regularly hear trains whistle off in the distance. I like it.
And out in the vast open spaces – out west, especially – there is nothing like the sight of a train snaking its was across the vast landscape.