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I grew up
in Northern Arizona, the land between the Navajos, the mountains and the
Grand Canyon.
Driving to the Grand Canyon
as a child, I always wondered what it would be like to ride on the abandoned
rail lines which once carried trains to the edge of the canyon.
Years after I left Arizona,
the Grand Canyon
Railroad reopened the line. I returned in 2002 for a ride on
the tracks I remembered as a child. |
