Twilight at Dameron, MO

As the last rays of the sun glint off the rails pointing to the North, its a lot easier to imagine that maybe you can still hear the shrill whistle of a Mikado echoing off the bluffs on this lonely stretch of track, or see the flashing Mars of the Mark Twain Zephyr appear around the bend. At the very least a blinking beacon on top of a GP30 painted in Chinese Red & Gray.

But no...it's probably just imagination...