Sometimes I just sits
New Mexico from the train
Surely life should include some days like this: not even sitting and thinking, just sitting. A full day’s travel: hours of plains, mountains, desert and sky. I barely picked up my book. Some of the time the view was accented by the Cascades singing cowboy songs on the ipod. Occasionally I chatted to fellow passengers, or tuned into their intriguing conversations. My thoughts, if any, were not deep. Mostly, I just sat.
For the technical record, we left Denver, Colorado at 05:35 – spent five hours on the Greyhound bus to Raton, New Mexico (199 miles) and eleven on Amtrak from Raton to Flagstaff, Arizona (602 miles). With the hour’s time change we arrived at 21:55. Phew.
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