Sandy Ridge and Clear Lake Railway

Sandy Ridge & Clear Lake Railway is a private minimum gauge railway located on 29 acres (120,000 m2) of mostly wooded hills near Battle Creek in the state of Michigan. The railroad is owned by John Ozanich, who is a retired locomotive engineer of the Grand Trunk Railroad.

The railroad runs through rolling landscape, and by the end of 2006 it had approximately 4,000 feet (1,200 m) of track. When completed, the railroad should have approximately 6,100 feet (1,900 m) of track. The railroad does not form a loop, since the ends of the line are separated vertically by nearly 90 feet (27 m).

The rolling stock used on the railroad have been modelled in 3 3⁄4 inches per foot (5:16) scale to resemble two-foot gauge locomotives and rail cars used by the Sandy River and Rangeley Lakes Railroad in the state of Maine.

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    Here is no water but only rock
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    If there were water we should stop and drink
    Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
    —T.S. (Thomas Stearns)

    The light passes
    from ridge to ridge,
    from flower to flower—
    Hilda Doolittle (1886–1961)

    In clear weather the laziest may look across the Bay as far as Plymouth at a glance, or over the Atlantic as far as human vision reaches, merely raising his eyelids; or if he is too lazy to look after all, he can hardly help hearing the ceaseless dash and roar of the breakers. The restless ocean may at any moment cast up a whale or a wrecked vessel at your feet. All the reporters in the world, the most rapid stenographers, could not report the news it brings.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

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    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

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    Angela Carter (1940–1992)