|Photo by Marcia Bates|
... mostly Bates ...
Duncan, Ben, David and I were there while two were pausing, a third was going by, and I felt that the walk to the end of any of them was too long.
Here the Bates kids get a pause before crossing the tracks. There was another pick-up truck on the road behind them, not in the picture, and the yellow machine had been blocking more of the road when they arrived.
"Thiry-five trains a day pass here," one of the railroad crew told Marcia.
I sometimes think all 35 of them go through at night, but that is only how I feel when I am sleeping fitfully.
Most of the time, I hear the trains only during the day and I have to stop either my conversation with someone or my phone call for a minute while the engines pass.
The idea of having trains and a working crew in your back yard seems idyllic. Especially if you love trains or are a Thomas-theTrain enthusaist. But if you have been here on a holiday, you will know what I mean. The noise is not always that good.