Early morning; Putting together a train amongst the still grass.
Loading logs. The sky looks threatening...
...And it is. An hour or two from midday, and rain begins to fall as the day's trainload of logs departs.
Cresting 30MPH, and the rain continues to fall...
No forecast out here; The storm only grows, The sky continues to darken...
Passing what's left of Macintyr's Farm - Still raining.
Coasting past the old spur... The storm looks to be lightening.
A view from Ms. Dalys' cottage; Her flowers, a tribute to her former husband...
Logs unloaded at the mill, the rain finally stopped, leaving the ground soggy, and the bucket full of rainwater. The locomotive is backing up to the water tower just to the right...
On our way back, under a misty, setting-sun sky...
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