Métropolitain
Hiking several miles up the derelict tracks into the lonely desert wilderness, it's incredibly eerie to round a canyon and suddenly be confronted with these: three commuter rail cars from the Agence Métropolitain de Transport, Quebec. Why are there abandoned rail cars from French Canada in the Sonora desert wilderness? We thought about this as we went inside the train and ate lunch. We never saw another soul in the gorge; with the long dark tunnels you hike through and the rickety old wood trestles over deep dry canyons, the French train kinda sealed it: this is one of the strangest places we had ever been.
Métropolitain
Hiking several miles up the derelict tracks into the lonely desert wilderness, it's incredibly eerie to round a canyon and suddenly be confronted with these: three commuter rail cars from the Agence Métropolitain de Transport, Quebec. Why are there abandoned rail cars from French Canada in the Sonora desert wilderness? We thought about this as we went inside the train and ate lunch. We never saw another soul in the gorge; with the long dark tunnels you hike through and the rickety old wood trestles over deep dry canyons, the French train kinda sealed it: this is one of the strangest places we had ever been.