These kind of beauties used to cross Mina Nevada town on regular basis. When I visit Mina and my little piece of western freedom land in it, I sit down under the birch tree that grows on my land and I imagine trains like this one passing by with a big whistle and energy of the true American west! Ahhh! How beautiful! How nostalgic!
I can spend doing this for hours and hours at a time. I love this place!
