In the heart of Clinchfield Country, engineer Kris Hazen guides one of the last northbound freights to run north of Kingsport, Tennessee, around a curve and into the sun, as it sets upon the Clinchfield Railroad. This was a fitting shot, as it was the first place I ever saw a train as a child; and the last place I would shoot the one of the last manifest on this portion of the line. The Clinchfield was not only a railroad, it was a group of Class Act People. Remember to Pray for the Clinchfield Boys.
