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.
Famous quotes containing the words sandy, ridge, clear, lake and/or railway:
“Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)
“The self-consciousness of Pine Ridge manifests itself at the village’s edge in such signs as “Drive Keerful,” “Don’t Hit Our Young ‘uns,” and “You-all Hurry Back”Mlocutions which nearly all Arkansas hill people use daily but would never dream of putting in print.”
—Administration in the State of Arka, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)
“O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning; turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!”
—William Blake (1757–1827)
“The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly swept by rain.”
—Lu Yu (d. 804)
“Her personality had an architectonic quality; I think of her when I see some of the great London railway termini, especially St. Pancras, with its soot and turrets, and she overshadowed her own daughters, whom she did not understand—my mother, who liked things to be nice; my dotty aunt. But my mother had not the strength to put even some physical distance between them, let alone keep the old monster at emotional arm’s length.”
—Angela Carter (1940–1992)