He hadnít read about the five-mile high cliff faces skirting the base of the volcano, though, and the sight of the walls of rock blocking out the sun as the train hurtled toward them was awe-inspiring enough. It was hard to imagine that there was still a mountain on the top of that plateau.
There were few people on the train. New Lisbon wasnít a large city, only a few thousand, mostly terraformers or support providers. Train service was limited to one run per day.†"Wouldn't flying be faster?" he asked the spaceport desk attendant.