Amtrak to LA
Carl and I climbed aboard the Southwest Chief with three days of chug toot toot chugging ahead of us. By day two, my hair needed washing. In the 2’ x 2’ cubicle that served as the bathroom, my shower was an adventure in and of itself. And then back to watching the views that sometimes exhibited glitz, at others the-middle-of-nowhere to me, but home to a handful of others, not least gophers, cows, and a lone, young pig in a cage who still appears in my mind’s eye, and for the brief moment I saw him/her, terrified by the train going by, and helpless to run away.
