Some say I have been far too critical of railroads. How can you love a stone-cold strip of iron or steel, ever the same except for its deterioration? A river has a natural energy, comes into existence moving, always aging, growing, and wondrously strong and strange. It’s something alive which could take you in a moment to its deadly bottom.
Tall stack packets have a grace and beauty in a living river setting. Steam locomotives looked like otherworldly monsters racing across the land on their ribbon of iron rails.
Still too strong?!?
Tags: georgetown, steamboat
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