The Greatest Journey of your Life

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Room to stroll and stretch the legs, fresh air and space for the kids to run. Despite many of these antique steam trains nearing a century of use, we're lucky that so many of them still exist for us to enjoy today. You'll have the chance to marvel at the only Cog railway in the eastern United States as you ride the world's oldest mountain climbing train and spend a full hour at the summit of Mount Washington, where you can enjoy the magnificent views, gourmet food, and many attractions on location.

Logs waiting to ship by rail at Wellsford Wellsford Station, now boarded up A creative if inappropriate use of thumbtacks in an old tie I found this decapitated plastic figure in the garden at the station. Today was a long travel day, but I swear I am going to keep this post short. Make sure you come and see it!

Glenbrook Vintage Railway

Today was a long travel day, but I swear I am going to keep this post steam train rides whangarei. I am becoming very sick with a sore throat and I need to sleep. We left Hamilton this morning and made directly for Auckland, about 120km to the north. Of course, I am never one to turn down a cab ride, so both Alan and I went up and rode all the way from Hamilton to Westfield, a station in the suburbs outside of Auckland. While we were up there I got to fire again, and even drive the train. It feels kind of surreal, to know I drove a steam train on a main line. Sure, it was the train in the middle, not the front locie, so technically I didn't have to work any brakes or anything, and the train was just steamed up enough to pull its own weight, but it was still driving. Yes, even the engineer gets to take pictures. I called them back once I was riding in the carriages again, and got caught up with the news back home, and them caught up with the news here. We bid adieu to J 1211 at Westfield, as it is going to be serviced in Auckland, and Alan and I headed back into the passenger cars after almost two hours in the cab. After making it through Auckland in record time according to Michaelwe entered into the Northlands, and finally had a few photo stops; the first at Wharepapa Road, and then Helensville Station. A locie on display at Helensville Station The cab of the aforementioned locie The beautifully restored Helensville Station The third was at Hoteo Quarry, where I scrambled up a cliff face. One man was so impressed with the vantage point I was able to reach he asked for a copy of the photos I managed to take, and gave me his e-mail address. The crowd of steam train rides whangarei in Hoteo Quarry as seen from my mountain-goat vantage point Ja 1275 steaming into Hoteo Quarry I think I may have used more of my theoretical carbon credits up riding steam trains than on the plane coming here. Logs waiting to ship by rail at Wellsford Wellsford Station, now boarded up A creative if inappropriate use of thumbtacks in an old tie I found this decapitated plastic figure in the garden at the station. Maude promptly stomped on it about two seconds after I took this picture. The fourth and fifth photo stops were at Topuni and Maungaturoto, respectively, but in my opinion weren't particularly spectacular after the Hoteo Quarry, although I took pictures anyway. Supports for the old Otamatea rail bridge I passed the afternoon on the train with Maude and Alan, doing the sudoku and cryptic crossword puzzles in the paper I'm rubbish at crosswords, but great at sudoku. We've become like something of a slightly dysfunctional family on the train; it's going to be sad to leave all of these people tomorrow. I'm sure the pint of Guinness I had didn't help, either. Anyway, I am off to bed.

Hitchhike, or be prepared to add another two weeks travelling time to any trip you make. As evening falls enjoy a delicious carvery buffet prepared freshly by the onboard chef. The crowd of photographers in Hoteo Quarry as seen from my mountain-goat vantage point Ja 1275 steaming into Hoteo Quarry I think I may have used more of my theoretical carbon credits up riding steam trains than on the plane coming here! After making it through Auckland in record time according to Michael , we entered into the Northlands, and finally had a few photo stops; the first at Wharepapa Road, and then Helensville Station. However the main reason for most visitors and for us was to try and glimpse the elusive kiwi and we were not disappointed.