Perfection at Luverne
By the time our first eastbound came along, the fog had lifted, but the lake was still like glass on this perfectly calm morning. Between trains we got to watch a pelican or two fishing beneath the bridge, a huge flock of geese fly overhead, and listen to a chorus of smaller songbirds. It really was a perfect morning, like our own private garden with trains running through it.
Perfection at Luverne
By the time our first eastbound came along, the fog had lifted, but the lake was still like glass on this perfectly calm morning. Between trains we got to watch a pelican or two fishing beneath the bridge, a huge flock of geese fly overhead, and listen to a chorus of smaller songbirds. It really was a perfect morning, like our own private garden with trains running through it.