When the canyon and cliffs begin to show signs of more and more greenery I can sense that we’re nearing a new place. I’ve never taken this train trip before, so have no indication of what is coming next, or where any true demarcation lines are, if there are any, from one state to another. Isn’t this strange in today’s world of technology and GPS where we know exactly where we are at all times? The internet service was mostly non-existent as the train wound through canyons; and unlike highways, there are no signs to tell us it is x number of miles to x place. I realize I love this just being open to what comes next (what else is there?). Since I trust that the train will follow the tracks, and will take me where I’m supposed to be going, I can just sit back and truly enjoy the surprises as they come
I think I’m going to like Colorado if this keeps up
The land I come from, Northern California, has greenery like this for a brief period in spring, but is now a toasty brown from the summer heat and drought conditions. These incredible verdant scenes are something I can’t take my eyes off of.
Ah, civilization continues to exist after almost 31 hours of desert, canyons, and rivers. The train picks up speed, seemingly sensing my eagerness, and I finally have to ask “are we there yet?”
The conductor smiles and points out the window….almost
The Sunday Traveler will return next Sunday with a few scenes from a little place high up in the Colorado mountains where I had the pleasure of spending a few days with friends.