Placed near a nice resting spot overlooking one of many hand made culverts to help drain water across the railway.
Relax and enjoy the quiet and admire the handwork that went into making this culvert. Listen carefully and you may hear the long ago and far away whistle of the old engine as it makes its way along the abandoned railroad bed.
Again, this is a liter bottle full of tradables. About a five mile round trip from the west end.
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