On the way home, I saw more people with cameras. They were scattered along the pedestrian bridge and again all looking toward the railroad bridge. I wondered some more about why, but it just was not a good place to stop.
Where this road crosses the railroad tracks there were cars parked along both sides and more people with cameras. I decided to ask a question or two, so I pulled over and rolled down my window. "Excuse me, what's going on?" I asked.
"There's a steam train coming along, and everyone wants to take a picture of it." I was told.
"Oh, thanks!" I said, and I drove off.
After crossing the tracks, I turned down the road which parallels the railroad for a couple of miles; it was my regular way home. But I had my camera, and a steam train doesn't go by every day...I started looking for likely places to pull off, places that might give a good view of a passing train. I didn't want to go too far, because I knew that this road crossed another near a railroad crossing, and I expected I would find lots of people there. I didn't want a lot of people in my pictures.
I found a nice spot, pulled over a little, got out and waited. I actually could hear the steam whistle in the distance. My view was through a few yellowing birch trees looking down to the tracks. I thought it would do.
As I was waiting, some other people, but not too many, stopped nearby and found themselves vantage points. Two cars stopped and the drivers asked me what was going on. Waiting was kind of fun!
Then I heard the train in earnest, whistle blowing and the rumble of wheels. I aimed. It got louder and louder.