Steaming through

A plume of white steam billows into the crisp mountain air as the old locomotive chugs steadily along the snow-dusted tracks. Its black iron body gleams faintly beneath a pale winter sun, the rhythmic clatter of wheels echoing through the quiet valleys. Towering pines stand heavy with snow, their branches bowing under the weight of the season, while rugged peaks rise in the distance—sharp and blue against the cold sky. The scent of coal smoke mingles with the clean scent of alpine frost as the train snakes around bends and over wooden trestles, a living relic cutting through the heart of Colorado’s winter wilderness.