Forgive me, Padre, but that list of yours is rather, er, geographically confined.
As one of the very few people to have ridden in the cab of a steam locomotive through the resurrected Doe River Gorge since 1950, I can tell you it equals Toltec Gorge for this lifelong Southerner (and just wait till I get me a parlour car up there
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Orbisonia, PA, in the early morning as 12, 14, 15 and 17 are brought out of the engine house one-by-one, just yards from one of the most amazing (and worthy of preservation) shops in the world, is mighty special, too (even if they talk funny up there).
The "Bahn Hotel" in Dippoldiswalde, at the southern end of the Rabenau Gorge on the 750mm line from suburban Dresden toward the Czech border is at its best around 5:45am each morning, when a doubleheader blasts into the station next door and splits, one train continuing south, the other returning north.
Wernigerode, where a half-dozen metre-gauge 2-10-2s and an 0-4-4-0 simmer across the platform from a royal blue, streamlined Pacific on a matching train, all of this just a short walk from one of the most picturesque towns centres in Europe.
And the one that started General Palmer to dreaming, the Ffestiniog in north Wales, has to rank on my list. One of the more interesting landscapes (some beautiful, some stark and a bit ugly, all memorable) through which to run narrow gauge. And just like Chama or Antonito, it's hours from anything.
JAC