The California Zephyr still roams the countryside…

Our history fades, smoke from a hard burning fire.  The men of the Union Pacific slammed the spike home at Council Bluffs and we rode into the West on rails atop iron giants.   The California Zephyr still roams the countryside, slicing through the western skyline, whistle wailing, bound heavy for the coast. When the moon is full, in the deep dark night on the edge of the desert you can still hear that mystery train carrying the American myth as far as she’ll go.  




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