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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—Virginia Woolf (1882–1941)
“The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower.”
—Hilda Doolittle (1886–1961)
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—George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
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—Angela Carter (1940–1992)