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
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Freight riding with Generation X from Roseville to Eugene
As I tried to sleep in the bushes adjoining the yard, a city cop shone his flashlight in our faces,
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On Saturday I finally jumped a train of opportunity rather than leaving town to find one. I nearly ended up
Read moreCrossing Stampede in my secret life
We all need secret lives. I had to flee again, back into the wilderness aboard a freight. They say the
Read moreHop aboard from San Jose to Oakland
It was time for a modest day trip to escape my burdens: I had two commitments in the East Bay
Read moreEluding the cops from Richmond to Mojave
There are better places than Richmond to hang out in after midnight. I was reluctantly eyeballing the BNSF yard in
Read moreLocomotive whistles from Portland to Eugene
On Friday night, August 2, 1991, I rode Tri-Met bus #17 to the Southern Pacific yard adjoining the Eastmoreland golf
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I’d been sitting beside the loading dock of some factory and geared upward to a sprint. Determined to catch out
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In his great hobo essay “The Road,” Jack London said that you always get turned away from the mansion on
Read moreDetroit seen from a different view
I’ve been traveling in an unorthodox manner for 30 years. When vacation comes, I’m apt to jump a freight train
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