

The train rolls around the bend. Faster and faster it glides. Ahead lie the Tehacapis. The brown grass blows in the spring wind the train rolls towards Barstow.
The freight train now grinds upward, over the mountain. Towards the summit roll refrigerated loads of lettuce from the Salinas valley bound for eastern markets. In a week these loads will be salads on Fifth Avenue.
I watch the growling C44-9W's and will follow the train on the climb. The locomotives growl with one hundred cars. It is a fight to keep the perishable train on schedule. A refrigerated train stays in front of the pack. It has priority on the railroad.
I watch as the piggybacked trailers climbed the Tehachapi Grade. A steel train sits on the secondary siding; it has a red light and waits in the hole. The refrigerated train passes. The crews give a friendly wave.
That is working on the railroad. It is a dangerous job. It is a rigorous job, yet there is always a friendly salute to a fellow railroader, to a passing kid. That is working on the railroad, always a wave, yet always alert.
The train rolls onward. Through the town of Tehachapi, it has conquered the Tehachapi Loop on its climb of the mountains. Downward into the Mojave, the train rolls to the lonely desert. As night falls, the train will get a fresh crew in Barstow and continue its trek towards Kansas City. Its trek eastward, delivering California’s freshness to Fifth Avenue.
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