Valentine's morning
Feb. 14th, 2002 06:23 amThe sun is just a hint of color off to my left. The cabin around me is quiet, hushed - even the snoring from three am is muted now. My seatmate's down in the bathroom, and my own teeth are still minty-fresh from my own little wake-up ablutions.
Six am, and I've still got twelve hours to go.
The seat's fairly comfortable, and it has more leg room than any airline seat I've seen, even in first class. Gives you a little more room to recline the seat, plus there's a footrest you can raise, just like a recliner in your living room.
I've been sleeping alot. Pull my black cloak up around me like a blanket, and the motion of the train puts me down like that. I'm regretting a few things - checking my suitcase is the least of it - the list is topped by forgetting to hit the grocery store for portable snacks, and bringing my own water and a pillow are vying for second place. I do have a pillow, but it's one of those tiny little airline pillows - not even big enough for one of my cats.
I've caught a few small glimpses of scenery in between my numerous naps. Some fields in Oregon, the sea, the Columbia River, a blanket of stars above us at about midnight last night. Orion was off to my right. Right now the fog is flirting with the landscape, obscuring all but the tops of the high tension wires and a few skeletal trees.
The train is not more than a dozen cars long, all double decker. The coach cars are in the back, separated from the sleepers in the front by the lounge car, the dining car, and the parlor car (off-limits to us coach peons). There are some seats on the bottom level of the coach car, but most of them are up here. The bathrooms and storage for big luggage are down a set of very narrow stairs.
In between my naps, I'm enjoying myself thoroughly.
Six am, and I've still got twelve hours to go.
The seat's fairly comfortable, and it has more leg room than any airline seat I've seen, even in first class. Gives you a little more room to recline the seat, plus there's a footrest you can raise, just like a recliner in your living room.
I've been sleeping alot. Pull my black cloak up around me like a blanket, and the motion of the train puts me down like that. I'm regretting a few things - checking my suitcase is the least of it - the list is topped by forgetting to hit the grocery store for portable snacks, and bringing my own water and a pillow are vying for second place. I do have a pillow, but it's one of those tiny little airline pillows - not even big enough for one of my cats.
I've caught a few small glimpses of scenery in between my numerous naps. Some fields in Oregon, the sea, the Columbia River, a blanket of stars above us at about midnight last night. Orion was off to my right. Right now the fog is flirting with the landscape, obscuring all but the tops of the high tension wires and a few skeletal trees.
The train is not more than a dozen cars long, all double decker. The coach cars are in the back, separated from the sleepers in the front by the lounge car, the dining car, and the parlor car (off-limits to us coach peons). There are some seats on the bottom level of the coach car, but most of them are up here. The bathrooms and storage for big luggage are down a set of very narrow stairs.
In between my naps, I'm enjoying myself thoroughly.