[The harbor you come across is far from unassuming. The beach is lined with fishing gear and coolers, the lake filled with small, personal boats. Not far away, a foghorn blares, and turning your head toward the sound you see that the ore dock is fully operational. A barge sits parked in the lake beside it, and train tracks make its way from the end of the dock into Beacon proper.
The train that sits atop it, though still, steams and rumbles as if with an unbridled and anxious energy. As if to say that the day has just begun...and there is oh so much work yet to be done.]
THE HARBOR
The train that sits atop it, though still, steams and rumbles as if with an unbridled and anxious energy. As if to say that the day has just begun...and there is oh so much work yet to be done.]