
THE BRIDGE


Can you see the conductors waving? I had ZERO awareness of that until seeing this later. I wonder how many times they do that a day.



my seat-mate (a John Malkovich doppelganger) who I enjoyed chatting with for the first hour or so of the train. He was on his way back East after a failed experiment at life on the West Coast. He didn't have much good to say about California. I was looking to stare out the window in silence, so after a while I had to politely move seats to quell the rush of stories.



early bird gets the worm--in this case, a prime seat in the lobby for the sunrise.

mmm. Take me back.

never enough of these window reflection photos

I sat for a while looking through the viewfinder as we rolled through this rail yard by Gunnison, waiting for an open door like this.


this was one of my friends for the day, Monica. Her and her friend were foreign-exchange students from China, on their way from coast to coast on the train. What an epic journey to be on.





I forget this guy's name. Really nice dude. Loved to drink liquor and tell stories..

this kitchen staff came out and strummed some chords for everyone--what a vibe.
