Sometimes I think Motor Man and I must have “hobo” blood flowing through our veins. We love to ride trains. We, do, however purchase tickets, rather than “hopping a freight”. Since last summer, we’ve been on four steam trains rides in Pennsylvania, Maryland and West Virginia.
A couple of weeks ago we drove to Romney, West Virginia to ride on the Potomac Eagle, which is powered by a diesel locomotive.
It’s a three hour trip along the Southern Branch of the Potomac River.
The scenery included farmland.
This beautiful old stone house.
Several old barns.
And, of course, the river.
This was the view from our window. We spent most of the ride in the club car, but for about a half hour, went out in the open “gondola” car to get better photos of the scenery.
The day was overcast, and on our drive home, we noticed the clouds were below the mountaintops. I took this from my seat through Motor Man’s window. It’s amazing I didn’t get any signs, vehicles, or power lines in the picture.
When we were back in Virginia, we stopped at one of the scenic overlooks in the Blue Ridge Mountains, where a sweet stranger offered to take a picture of us.
Just two hobos, right off the rails.
these days of mine 