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)
“All sound heard at the greatest possible distance produces one and the same effect, a vibration of the universal lyre, just as the intervening atmosphere makes a distant ridge of earth interesting to our eyes by the azure tint it imparts to it.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Whenever, therefore, people are deceived and form opinions wide of the truth, it is clear that the error has slid into their minds through the medium of certain resemblances to that truth.”
—Socrates (469–399 B.C.)
“They who know of no purer sources of truth, who have traced up its stream no higher, stand, and wisely stand, by the Bible and the Constitution, and drink at it there with reverence and humility; but they who behold where it comes trickling into this lake or that pool, gird up their loins once more, and continue their pilgrimage toward its fountain-head.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“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)