Our eyes shyly fell on the glaring "no trespassing" sign in front of us. Rachel recalled some words from a former professor, "It's easier to ask forgiveness than to ask permission" as we sidestepped the sign and heaved ourselves through a weed-encircled pathway. Sometimes you just have to sneak into rail yards to photograph your friends. Sandwiched against the shore of the Susquehanna River adjacent to the city of Harrisburg, we found ourselves in what was once the world's largest freight yard. Rows of colorful, rust and graffiti-coated boxcars were lined up for miles. Intermittent hisses and screeches sounded off in the distant.
As an Enola native, Rachel finds contentment in this historical gem of the town. As a young girl, she would often hear the sounds of the trains throughout the day and night; like a whisper, it became a sound she came to associate with comfort. With bold stature, she poised herself on the tracks that sprawled out behind and in front of her -- tracks that signify her emotional, physical, and spiritual journey in her life.
After train hopping a bit, we ventured onto Harrisburg's scenic Front Street where Rachel gracefully practiced some yoga poses. With the cool autumnal breeze blowing and the mountains looming in the background, it was truly a comforting and inspiring session. I'm so thankful to call this kind, talented, and determined woman my friend!
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