While I didn’t see any grain trains cozied up to the silos in Hutchison, I did see this auto rack on the way back to McPherson. I had the worst luck photographing trains in McPherson. Not being familiar with the schedules (or if there even was a schedule over the holiday weekend), I opted for the “hang around and see what happens” method. We’d hang around a crossing for a while: nothing. So I’d try another location, and I’d hear the sound of the train whistle where we’d just left. Eventually, it became a running joke with my wife and daughter.