During our free time in Whistler during the Automattic Grand Meetup, we took a hike out to an old train wreck. In 1920ish sometime, a train was hurtling down the track going twice as fast as it should have been, and the cars flew off the track when the train went around the bend. Apparently, no one ever managed to clean up the wreck, and over the years, the cars became a canvas for graffiti. I managed to convince a couple of my colleagues to come with me, so if you want better pictures, you can check out Ryan’s site.

At the end of the trail, we crossed a suspension bridge that was both fantastic and scary.

We don’t see this much water in New Mexico, so I was pretty excited by all this green:

And the big finale: