The clicking and clacking of iron wheels rolling across rails mixed with the chirping of a flock of birds that flew overhead. A small city sprawled out along the banks of the Mississippi. Downstream, emerald forests filled the horizon, seemingly never ending. Groups of Cumulous clouds billowed across a royal blue sky, completing the postcard like view. I stood on the top deck of the Fenelon Elevator Company, waiting to take a ride on what they claim to be the world’s shortest, steepest railroad. Expecting a quick trip after a short charge down the street, my plan was to ride this and then hit the road. Little did I know, I would end up spending hours discovering the town below.