HILLS NEWSPAPERS: September 15, 2011
When I was a child, I was lulled to sleep each night by the mournful horn and low rumble of the Great Northern freight train as it passed through the valley below.
In college, one of my most vivid memories was of taking the train from Montana to Minneapolis, past pastoral scenes of elk grazing in wildflower meadows and fishermen casting their flies in a rhythmic 10 and 2 pattern.
The train has been such a part of my youth that it took me aback when I realized my 18-year-old son had never experienced this romantic mode of travel. This was something I needed to show him before he went off to college.
The train ride we chose was the Napa Valley Wine Train, an elegant way to “drink in” the wine country — especially during harvest time. Continue reading

