Down the Tracks

A little bit about this album: 

Is it trespassing if there's no body to tell you to get off? I respect the signs, but what if there isn't one?  Curving along with the Snake River (which definitely lives up to its name with the way it flows past basalt cliffs and bluffs), these tracks stretch on from North America's most inland seaport (Lewiston-Clarkston) all the way to literally the end of the line. Gotta always keep an ear open for the rumbling on the tracks, however. . . you never know what's coming around the bend.