The service road stops. The tracks head into a narrow man made canyon with sheer walls the height of a boxcar and not much wider. Since there were so many trains going up and down we decide to time the window between the trains. It was about 20 minutes. The tracks are so busy because of the Sugar Beet harvest.
Sugar Beets are the size of footballs and littered the tracks.
It became quite a chore to dodge these while being shook to death riding over the railroad ties. The canyon doesn't seem to end and a strong feeling of urgency and Adrenaline takes control of our speed. If a train comes we have virtually nowhere to go but lay down and hope a 10-pound Sugar Beet doesn t hit one of us. We get to the end to find the only trestle you can see from the Highway blocks our freedom. We bolt across the trestle for that freedom.