Woke up in Winnemuccawell before dawn. Enjoyed a blue moon overthe Nevada landscape as the sun started to lighten up the sky andlater a proper sunrise from the dining car. Breakfast this morningwas a cheese omelet with passable bacon, more of the decent potatowedges and an over-billowy croissant.
Passing through Sparks Iponder, "Where art thou, Ron Mael?"
Coming into Renoon time I perused the Amtrak iPhone appand noticed an earlier connection available in Sacramento forModesto if the Zephyr pulled in early enough. Upon arrival I hustled the one-and-a-half blocks from the tracksto the station, finding the southbound bus ready to roll. Alas,magnificent bureaucracy kept me from boarding.
Out of breath and incredulous, I rest before trekking back out tothe train platform to cool my heels for a couple of hours. Withthe phrase “Highball 704” crackling from the conductor's radio,the SanJoaquin pulled out of Sacramentoin time, arriving in Modestoalmost ninety minutes later.
Meeting up with pal Tim for the first time in years we drove theshort distance to home where I greeted pal Julia, his wife. Ishowered for the first time in days and sat down to a deliciousmeal of shredded chicken verde tacos with avocado, diced cheeseslices, “tamed”jalapeño, and an heirloom cherry tomato salad.Retiring early I slept on a decent air mattress with a little fanby my bedside. The night was cool, ice water was abundant, and thetoilet was near, roomy, and not jostling about. Oh luxury!
| Photos from the Picasa Web Album: Labor Day Trip 2012 |
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