Travel thread

[spike]

Vegas > East Lansing

[Mickey]

What's funny is I'm now about as old as you old guys were when I first joined RM. Back then, I thought you were all really old. Now you're all truly ancient and I don't think I'm that old myself, after all

Mickey has a kid. We’re all old now

I'm a yung dad.

[doug rr]

that 34 hour train ride on Amtrak from LA to Seattle ended today....after numerous delays, some weather issues and mandatory crew changes we sat on that that train for just under 45 hours...nightmare..we had a tiny sleeper cabin so scant fathom how those people just in regular seats made it..first and last time we try that adventure

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

How’d you manage the sleeper car toilet?

all 3 toilets in our car looked like a pollock painting...

[tree_]

ewwwwwrwwww

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

Oh you didn’t get the private toilet in your sleeper? Different layout I guess

we tried for an an upgrade but it was full plane thru Oakland so we just stuck with small one..would have been fine honestly but the 10 hour delay ruined it

[doug rr]

the thing I hated..you'd think they would stock fruit on a 35 hour train ride..nope, crappy food for the most part but I somewhat expected that

[dad]

the thing I hated..you'd think they would stock fruit on a 35 hour train ride..nope, crappy food for the most part but I somewhat expected that

produce isn't cheap.

[spike]

I knew Doug’s train ride would be doomed, as mine was. Sorry to hear it though.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Choo You Are

[E.H. Ruddock]

I Amtrak Mine

[E.H. Ruddock]

Happy When I’m Flying

[spike]

Nothing As It Steams

[spike]

Happy When I’m Flying

[epilogue]

Barcelona really is just the best city. I goddamn love it.

[Bammer]

Barcelona really is just the best city. I goddamn love it.

Love Boat Captalonia

[Bammer]

Black Red Güello

[E.H. Ruddock]

Spain of J