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Promontory, where the trains met. Today it's a national park with two exquisite replicas of the trains that met the May day in 1869. We spent a lot of time shooting in and around those big steam engines. What I remember most was how elemental they were -- fire, water, iron and air, breathing and hissing like some great living beasts. Being in the cab next to the engineer -- and next to the big boiler -- gave me a real idea about how men got cooked to death in train wrecks.
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