travel journals, part VII

Haunted dawn light, moaning train.



June 9th, 6:00am. Following the Columbia River in towards Wenatchee and am not so secretly dreaming of following it all the way to its source.*



June 9th. Woke just before dawn and watched the light grow. Dorothy, our sleeper car attendant, gave me a copy of the Spokesman Review as I stumbled my way down the corridor towards the smell of coffee brewing. One of the nicest things about the train was that there was ALWAYS coffee brewing. Another nice thing was that each morning they gave out copies of the local paper from one of towns we passed through before we all woke up. The Spokesman Review. The Devils Lake Journal. The Sandusky Register. I kind of loved flipping through these small town papers (small town for a Big Apple girl...), at least until reading the first part of an op-ed that seemed to be about Obama's political roots going back to his terrorist days on the streets of Chicago. But seriously, who doesn't want to know that Joe Smith caught his first cougar or that turkeys are harrassing the good citizens of Spokane?











































June 10th, 8:53am. Made it to Anacortes yesterday morning. Lovely day with Mom. This morning heading down to Portland for Nate's graduation tomorrow. A couple days in Portland, then off to the cabin on Lake Coeur d'Alene for the first time in six years!


*Italicized bits were Facebook status updates.