The Green Weenie, my trusty transporter, and Joe Tripod, my trusty camera supporter, stand together (a rare occurrence) at Kamela, Oregon in the Blue Mountains. Kamela is on the old highway, now ignored by everyone who drives on nearby Interstate 84. This foggy morning was quiet as heck---except when a Union Pacific freight train came through. The ground vibrated with the passing of every train. The tracks are just out of view to the left, at the bottom of a steep embankment.