5/5 John B. 2 years ago on Google
Trains,
Hot
Dogs
&
Hobos....
I
was
the
fortunate
recipient
of
a
wonderful
Christmas
present
gifted
to
me
by
my
Fab
One.
She
bought
2
tickets
to
the
Museum's
Hobo
Campfire
Cookout
train
ride!
C'mon
January
22nd!
The
big
day
finally
arrived.
It
was
time
for
me
to
virtually
unwrap
my
present.
Driving
like
a
safe
Casey
Jones,
I
guided
my
land
locomotive
into
the
depot
of
the
Parrish
landmark.
Silver
white
streaks
glinted
across
the
windshield,
reflected
off
stainless-steel
railcars
in
the
pre-dusk
sunlight.
There
was
a
small
crowd
of
cold-weather
coat
in
hand
passengers
queued
at
the
gate.
The
mood
was
very
upbeat.
The
unified
pulse
of
excitement
was
palpable.
As
our
boarding
time
arrived,
so
did
the
various
train
icons.
The
Conductor.
The
Train
Master.
The
Engineers.
Boarding
this
rolling
museum,
we
headed
towards
the
rear
of
the
train.
In
a
railcar
with
an
enormous
amount
of
legroom
between
the
rows
of
seats.
A
post-trip
conversation
with
Josh,
the
Train
Master,
taught
me
the
exciting
history
of
the
railcar
in
which
we
rode.
Every
detail
of
this
man
showed
his
love
for
his
work!
Built
in
the
early
1950's,
our
passenger
car
started
life
riding
the
tracks
of
the
Union-Pacific
Railroad.
Then
it
moved
north
to
the
Alaska
Railroad,
which
explained
the
huge
amount
of
leg
room
within!
Had
to
have
plenty
of
room
for
those
bundled
up
travelers,
their
boots/gear
AND
their
sled
dogs!
Wow!
After
a
while
the
car
came
back
south
to
warm
up
on
the
Amtrak
lines.
Its
last
paydays
were
with
the
New
Georgia
Railroad,
before
the
Florida
Railroad
Museum
acquired
it.
We
were
literally
riding
in
a
museum
masterpiece!
5:30
departure
time.
We
felt
a
low
clunk
as
that
mighty
Number
204
diesel
engine
five
cars
ahead
of
us
eased
out
of
the
station.
Slowly
slipping
past
our
vintage
windows
were
other
remnants
of
the
glory
days
of
rail
travel.
Steam
engine.
Baggage
cars.
Railyard
artifacts.
The
lullaby
of
the
rail
with
its
clickety
clack
lilt
and
the
car's
slow
rocking
tilt
hypnotized
and
romanticized.
For
the
next
few
hours,
we
were
the
baggage
being
handled
with
extreme
care.
Giving
way
to
the
panorama
of
potato
row,
Florida
flora
and
orange
tree
'graveyard'
at
Periwinkle
Junction
(as
explained
by
our
car's
guide
and
docent
Caroline),
we
soon
sighted
Willow,
our
next
stop,
as
ol'
204
began
to
brake.
220
passengers
(as
counted
by
Edward,
the
Conductor)
began
to
disembark
the
train.
Oak-infused
columns
of
campfire
smoke
triggered
the
olfactory
OH!-factory
of
the
mind.
Inhaled
remembrances
of
campfires
past.
Of
food,
fun
and
family.
Our
detraining
path
took
us
to
a
table
where
we
were
presented
with
the
icon
of
the
hobo
world,
a
red
or
blue
bandana
hanging
off
of
a
stick.
Tucked
safely
inside
was
our
hobo
meal
of
a
hot
dog,
bun,
condiments
and
marshmallows.
With
a
glance
to
the
left,
our
hobo
tables
were
set!
Steel
rings
of
fire
surrounded
by
4
bales
of
hay
or
4
low
benches.
I
did
not
count
them
all,
but
surely
there
were
20
or
more
of
these
blazing
fire
rings!
As
did
the
other
hobos,
Fab
One
and
I
found
a
set
of
comfy
bales
to
call
our
own,
next
to
another
hobo
couple.
Opening
hobo
sacks
and
unwrapping
foil-wrapped
weinies
to
kabob
onto
the
sack
stick
was
our
next
order
of
business.
Believe
me,
there
is
something
about
cooking
a
hot
dog
over
an
open
fire
on
a
cold
night
with
the
murmur
of
ol'
204
in
the
background
as
ambiance.
Graciously,
this
was
an
All-You-Can-Eat
hobo
feast!
The
air
was
alive
with
an
intoxicating
mix
of
franks
and
marshmallows,
music
and
mirth.
Did
I
mention
there
was
a
7-man
Bluegrass
band
playing?
Plenty
of
train
tunes
to
pick
and
pluck.
With
an
"All
Aboard"
and
campfires
to
our
backs,
this
load
of
hobos
was
getting
back
ON
the
train.
No
need
to
ride
in
boxcar
or
under
a
car.
For
2
1/2
hours,
220
people
plus
crew
were
transported
not
only
to
a
place
of
music,
food
&
fires,
but
also
to
a
place
that
inspires.
A
soothing
stop
in
an
oft-crowded
station
we
call
life.
Best
Christmas
present
ever!
Thank
you
Fab
One
AND
the
Florida
Railroad
Museum!
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