I'm on an old, coal-burning train. The train is swaying on the rails.

July 24th, 2013, 9am

It was 30°C. The wind was calm.

The ride is from Durango to Silverton. We roll along the tracks with the river is below us. When the pressure in the engine gets too high, the engineer lets off steam with a loud hiss and a plume of white. At one time, this train was the peak of human technology. We push the old windows up to take pictures with our iPhones.

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Jonathan B.

Self assessments are pretty subjective, but I'll give it a try. I love to write, and I think that's what I'm supposed to do with my life.

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