Murky Rails

One of my earliest childhood memories is going to the Elkhorn Slough with my dad and placing pennies on the train tracks. As soon as one of the metal monsters passed over the coin, a flat copper memento would be the only thing left. Even though the Elkhorn Slough isn't technically in Prunedale, it is a place that embodies what this blog is all about. It's history dates back thousands of years and a trip to the Slough will fascinate you with the unknown. Venture beyond the beaten path of the Elkhorn Slough; the combination of nature and human machinery make this a magical place. Who knows, you might just find an abandoned train.