Day 43, Proustian moment, Railroad track in West Virginia at Cheat River

From time to time on my blogs, i made an observation or two about railroad tracks. There is a reason for that. One of the earliest memories i have, from age three, is of a single railroad track stretching far into the distance and then disappearing. Every time i see a single railroad track, that memory, and with it the pleasant circumstances surrounding it, is evoked, along with the smells of kerosene and the fresh morning dew on a grass, other Proustian memories formed at the same time from the summer my famiky spent at a bungalow in upper New York State. During these long trips covering thousands of miles and scores -hundreds, really- of different landscapes, other memories are triggered. Just another serendipitous benefit of these trips.

Ed and Donner, from the road