This site features daily postings about historical information on the railroad lines of the Big Bend/Columbia Plateau region of Washington state.
In the summer of 1963, when I was eleven, a girlfriend and I rode our bikes to Mohler from Harrington, where we lived. Although it was only seven miles one way, it was a really hot, sunny day and we thought we were going to die. Of course we had no water with us! We stopped at a house near the tracks in Mohler where the lady took pity on us and let us drink out of her hose. Refreshed, we made it back home, where we were promptly yelled at by our parents for not telling them where we had been.
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