The first time I saw the train winding through the Boston Mountains, I actually pulled over just to watch it pass. Something about that slow rumble through the hills makes you pause for a minute.
A scenic train ride through this part of Arkansas feels different than most trips around the Ozarks. You’re not focused on the road or the next turn.
You just sit back and watch the mountains roll by. I’ve ridden the route a few times, and each trip feels a little different…