One year on . . . .
When the Human Stain took office, I decided to unplug from “current events.” There are enough things to worry about without also worrying about things I have ZERO control over. My resistance: for a year I have avoided anything to do with the Stain. No pictures, no news, no tweets . . . . It is amazing, really, how easy it is to delete one particular person from MY human-electronic interface.
Which brings me to The Train — the California Zephyr, to be precise. If you read the reviews, a major complaint from passengers is that Amtrak does not provide WiFi on this train. How to stay connected?!? Perhaps if more people were willing to disconnect, we can stop feeding the troll in the White House. Sheesh.
I arrived (via bus, no less) at dawn, and rather liked the Christmas green and red illumination. The train station was completely restored a few years ago, and the vast hall is one fabulous waiting room. The interesting (or stupid, depending on one’s viewpoint) thing about Amtrak at Denver is that they do not announce the arrival of the California Zephyr, nor do they tell you when you can board. So, I eventually wander out to the platform, hoping that the train had in fact arrived on time. And it was there!! I saw the line for Coach passengers, but did not see a line for Sleeper Car passengers. As it turned out, there was indeed a sign for Sleeper passengers at the head of the Coach line, but you couldn’t see it because of the line of waiting people. Anyway, one perk of being a Sleeper passenger is that you do not have to wait in line, and I got my ticket scanned immediately.
My roomette was not ready, so the sleeping car attendant sent me off to breakfast in the dining car. People complain about the food, but really, what were they expecting? I thought the food was fine, the company of strangers interesting, and the scenery spectacular.
Gross Reservoir and Dam: Impressive, but how much water can Denver suck out of the poor Colorado River? I guess we will all find out if and when the expansion goes through.
27 tunnels in 30 minutes, and all before the Moffat Tunnel! And what do you know, the water in the creeks really do flow in the opposite direction after the Continental Divide!
Climate change? What climate change? Well, it has been a warm late fall-early winter thus far, and while the ski resorts had snow, Winter Park was making snow when we trundled by.
Ruby Canyon, accessible by rafting, otherwise fantastic views by rail. By dumb luck my roomette was river-side, so I had beautiful sunset views. In my book, definitely a “E” ticket ride.
And on to Salt Lake City, where the Church knows how to put on a show:
And so I keep going, ready to keep resisting, year two.