Jefferson And Cypress Bayou Railway
The Historic Jefferson Railway (Sometimes known as the Jefferson and Cypress Bayou Railway) is a narrow-gauge railroad in Jefferson, Texas. It is an insular line that follows the Big Cypress Bayou for approximately three miles. The line is a dog bone way out with loops on each end, joined by a single main track.
Privately owned and operated, by DBR Entertainment Inc. it is one of the few tourist railroads in Texas that does not depend on any state or federal funding. The train travels through the piney woods of northeast Texas, a densely forested region of the state. Along the way, passengers are able to view the location of the first artificial gas plant in the state of Texas, the location of a sawmill and remnants of a blast furnace, and one of only a few remaining Confederate powder magazines from the 1860s. The powder magazine, Jefferson Ordnance Magazine, is listed on the U.S. National Register of Historic Places.
Train excursions take approximately 45 minutes long.
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