Riding the Rails

Riding on rusty steel fast, swaying back and forth, click clack, click clack, rumble and the roll. 

This is riding the rails. 

Since forever ago, the railroads were constructed and linked across the land. Treated timbers so they would not rot laid down with a steel rail pounded into it with a spike. All laying on a bed of rock or sand or dirt or whatever the local country had to offer. 

And traveled over and over and over again with tons of coal and steel and produce and what made America grow. 

But the steel is rusting. The bridges, the rails, the support infrastructure is rusting. It is getting old. And tired. And worn.

Much like all of us. 

We can travel by rail or by air or by highway, but they all are aging. As we all do.

So do we stay home and not travel?

But sitting on the Potomac River bridge, stopped waiting for a bullet train to roar by and watching the water reflect the airplanes take off, reminds you of where you are. 

Travel on....