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Roaring Camp

blog_campI don’t think New Yorkers visit the Statue of Liberty very often. That’s probably the reason I had for never going to Roaring Camp as a kid, and until recently. Roaring Camp sits nestled in the Santa Cruz mountains and hidden away from the center of town.

I was there to ride the train up into the Redwood Forests that surround the park and to at last say that I had been to Roaring Camp. The people there really try to stick to the theme of post-civil war train stations. The employees all dress like train engineers and my mom asked the man at the front desk about the tickets she ordered online and he cracked a joke about there being no computers in the 1880s.

The train ride was enjoyable and maybe even relaxing. The locomotive chugs away slowly up a hill through beautiful Redwoods while the sun creeps through the foliage and shines through the vapor coming from the steam engine. Next to me were two young brothers sitting down wearing Civil War kepis they had bought at the gift shop, one blue and one gray.  Quite the image.

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