Chapter 16
1901Adam stood in the high cupola in the middle of the caboose, staring out over the roof, his jaw dropping at the view of the gorge and the valley below them. His hands ached from holding onto the rail to pull himself up higher and his calf muscles were screaming in protest at standing on tiptoe, but his eyes overrode those crude demands for attention.
It was getting on toward winter, with frost common up on the mountain top. The fire in the little round wood stove bolted to the wall had been a necessity that morning. So much lower, the trees were still putting on a splendid display of red and orange and yellow against the deep blue sky, broken only by dark gray rocks and white water tumbling down out of sight. Adam finally understood why people paid good money to ride this t
