Los Angeles to San Francisco
April 17th 2017 It’s 3 AM and I have been bounced around in my tin can for the last 6 hours. Every time the train smooths out, I fall asleep. Then the train goes over a rough spot and I’m all over the place like a pin ball being swatted back and forth.
Kirsten…. we are not in Arizona anymore.
I wake up to the sound of the door of our roomette opening, it’s Kirsten sneaking out, I must go and pee. Yeah,
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