Roaring Camp And Big Trees Narrow Gauge Railroad
The Roaring Camp & Big Trees Railroad is a narrow gauge tourist railroad in California that starts from the Roaring Camp depot in Felton, California and runs up steep grades to the top of nearby Bear Mountain, a distance of 3.25 miles The travel is through a redwood forest.
The steam engines date from the 1890s, and are the oldest and most authentically preserved narrow gauge steam engines still providing regular passenger service in the United States.
The American Society of Mechanical Engineers designated three engines at Roaring Camp and Big Trees Railroad as National Mechanical Engineering Historical Landmark #134 in 1988.
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