The Train

I heard the train pass through town tonight. Strange that. It is quite a ways away. When I was little, we lived on a small property that backed right up to the railroad right of way and tracks. We lived in that house for five years, and the only time I ever remember hearing the…

The Hillman Homestead

Back in the early days of the twentieth century a small town in Central Oregon dreamed of winning the race to become the economic center of the High Desert. Much of this dream hinged on what today is an almost forgotten railroad war between rail magnates Hill and Harriman. The goal: be the first to…