The official way to hail a train is to cross your arms back and forth over your knees–a move more likely to be found at a middle school dance than a wilderness stop. Hearing the whistle of the train and praying they would A) stop and B) have space, we danced. And jumped. And screamed. We crossed our arms over our legs so fast we almost started flying home. The spectacle was enough to not only make the train stop, but garner the attention of every single passenger aboard the scenic Narrow Gauge Silverton-Durango line. More than a hundred heads with slacked jaws hung out the open-air cabins; we were likely the most inter-esting wildlife encounter they’d see the entire day.
The Ski Journal Volume 18, Issue 1: Page 40
