Monday, June 19, 2006

Thirty-three miles outside of Nome is the Last Train to Nowhere. This rusting behemoth is left over from the old gold rush times when they had visions of blanketing the Seward Peninsula with railways. Now this train just sits out here to rust away. It is in the middle of nowhere. No tracks remain, just this hulking piece of metal. You can slightly see the settlement known as Solomon in the distance.

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