Growing up in the Appalachians I thought you had to have hills to have coal mines. Southwest Indiana isn't like that. Mostly it's flat, much of it is wasteland, covered with half-grown timber, scrub brush and the ever-present broom sedge, seen in your foreground. Occasionally the landscape is punctuated with long-gone mines and their debris. In those days the horizon might reveal the rusting hulk of a gigantic dragline. And once in a while there's a mine. This rag tag consist is loading.
