Before Linda and I left Marquette, we travelled north along the Mississippi to see the leaves and whatever was around the bend. A couple of miles out of town, there was a sign for an historic marker. After having run into several interesting little facts on these markers, we took the chance and turned off the highway to see what happened here. Unlike the other markers, this one was a probably half a mile from the turnoff. When we got there, it marked the beginning of the Military Trail where ammo trains ran between two forts... not really something Linda or I found that interesting.
When we turned to go back, the light on the leaves, the parked train, and the river really made some nice images so we stopped for a bit and captured a few. Having done a little model railroading in high school, I liked seeing the various cars up close and wondered if I'd recognize the lines. Most of the cars had unfamiliar Canadian names on them. One, a bright yellow flatbed, had writing along the side: "Let the beauty we love be what we do" was one of the lines of an apparent poem attributed to Rumi.
It was a nice little side stop along they way.
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When we turned to go back, the light on the leaves, the parked train, and the river really made some nice images so we stopped for a bit and captured a few. Having done a little model railroading in high school, I liked seeing the various cars up close and wondered if I'd recognize the lines. Most of the cars had unfamiliar Canadian names on them. One, a bright yellow flatbed, had writing along the side: "Let the beauty we love be what we do" was one of the lines of an apparent poem attributed to Rumi.
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