After 20+ hours of driving from Michigan to Montana, myself and fellow photographer Michael Nowakowski finally made it to Montana. Rather than go to our hotel in Missoula immediately, we made stops in Billings and Laurel. While in Laurel, we lucked into a departing Laurel - Missoula mixed freight in great light. We gave chase, stopping in various spots along the way. Our last spot we "wanted" to get for the day was from atop Bozeman Tunnel. we got to the spot, and waited for the train to cut on its helpers and arrive. The delay was much longer than anticipated and while waiting, clouds started rolling it, the word "discouraged" doesn't describe my feelings well enough. However, in a moment of luck that is usually only found in sports movies, an opening of about 5 minutes came from the clouds, and like the convenient plot twist, the train popped around the corner into sight, and into the brief moment of sunlight that warmed the whole valley again just as the train was ready to enter the tunnel.
