The day was beautiful so while on the way home after a lovely visit with friends, I pulled the truck over along the New River. It was the middle of the day and the sun was bright.
Only a couple minutes had gone by before I heard the familiar whistle of an approaching train.
We love our trains here in the New River Valley (you may remember a post about the steam engines that recently came through).
Once the train had passed over the trestle, I reflected (pardon the pun) on the fact that from this view the new Memorial Bridge can be seen in the distance, and the remains of the old, original train trestle as well.
The beauty of the river, the architecture of the trestle, and the romance of a train … not a bad way to spend a few moments.