Rail Rides and True Adventures Archives - Page 6 of 6

Avoiding the bulls from Sacramento to Oakland in October 1997

Sacramento can be a challenging place to catch out. It has bulls and plenty of passersby, as well as a

As I tried to sleep in the bushes adjoining the yard, a city cop shone his flashlight in our faces,

On Saturday I finally jumped a train of opportunity rather than leaving town to find one. I nearly ended up

We all need secret lives. I had to flee again, back into the wilderness aboard a freight. They say the

It was time for a modest day trip to escape my burdens: I had two commitments in the East Bay

There are better places than Richmond to hang out in after midnight. I was reluctantly eyeballing the BNSF yard in

On Friday night, August 2, 1991, I rode Tri-Met bus #17 to the Southern Pacific yard adjoining the Eastmoreland golf

I’d been sitting beside the loading dock of some factory and geared upward to a sprint. Determined to catch out

In his great hobo essay “The Road,” Jack London said that you always get turned away from the mansion on

I’ve been traveling in an unorthodox manner for 30 years. When vacation comes, I’m apt to jump a freight train