As I stood staring out into the woods that were rapidly passing by, I was hypnotized by the steady and rhythmic sound of the steam engine and the wheels chugging along on the steel tracks below. For a few moments I was transported, not back in time, but instead to a place that was timeless. A place where men spent their days above ground logging while their brethren spent long hours underground mining for the coal that fueled the beast that I was currently riding. You see I was riding the Cass Scenic Railroad through West Virginia reliving the life of those that came before me.
