“Home is the sailor, home from the sea…” sure feels like a sailor long at sea, after our thousand mile (at least) and seven-day trek by Amtrak. The room is swaying. That last stretch was eighteen hours from El Paso. I’m unsteady on my feet. Only wish the chair would stop moving.
(to be continued)
UPDATE: Day two. The room has stopped moving and my legs pretty much.
how was the trip?
Fun. More when the house stops rocking.