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The train moves along at about 45 mph, which is a great speed for taking photographs. As it rumbles into the foothills of the Sierra Madres, one is struck by the sudden presence of water.
The scenery has been enjoyable up until now, but as one looks ahead at the mountain range lying in front of the train there is a growing sense that the best is yet to come, a perception which slowly becomes a certainty. |
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