Once upon a time, trains were the way to go. Last week, my son — a longtime railroad enthusiast — was offered a rare opportunity, to travel through the Blackstone Valley by train. There are no longer any passenger trains here and even the freight trains come through perhaps once a week.
You can hear the long whistle as they approach the town. The train station is no longer a stop of the rail line. It has been saved from destruction, originally turned into a bank and now a real estate office and it is beautiful, but the train doesn’t stop there or anywhere in this part of the Valley.
The pictures were taken by my son, Owen Kraus and processed by me.
It was pouring rain the day he got to take his journey, but he has an open invitation to come back any sunny day that the train is making its weekly journey. Here is a look at the Blackstone Valley by train, places that you can’t approach by car because there are no roads.