Smoke Stop: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
The Pennsylvanian isn’t a long train by US train standards. At this point, I could do its nine hour ride standing on my head. But, I’ve written a lot about enjoying my time on trains and appreciating this (relatively) slow mode of travel, and I ain’t gonna waste the time of busy tumblr users like yourselves revisiting my slow travel soapbox. But even in these easy nine hours, smokers gotta smoke bro, which means I get to grab my camera, stretch my legs, and explore the station.
Having grown up on the east coast, I’ve been to Harrisburg a few times. It’s another rustbelt city, finding it’s way in the US’s post-manufacturing economy, and places like these ooze American pride. The station is a beautiful example of the opulence steel once had, with original ironwork and wooden accents everywhere. Hell, even the old Pennsylvania Rail Road train engines and cars are out on display, in all their Brunswick Green and Tuscan Red glory.
It, uh, should be noted that, in addition to being a fan of train travel, I’m starting to become a fan of the trains themselves.
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Using Amtrak to travel around the western US, I started Railpass as a 15-day train trip to circle western America, explore new areas throughout the U.S., have surprising adventures, and document the experiences.
Taking only a few cameras, a bicycle, and a change of clothes, each stop on that route was a full day's worth of adventure. The train rides between destinations offered a chance to talk to other rail-travelers, recuperate, and (of course) blog here.
This blog started as a photo-journal of that trip, and continues to be updated with further adventures via train.
My name is Brent Knepper.
I'm a freelance photographer from Chicago, IL. My first Amtrak trip happened when I skipped class in high school and took my bmx bike with me from rural Virginia to New York. My parents have since forgiven me.