Coming Home

We took the train back Wednesday morning. Brian and Rachel were on the same train with us, going up to Portland, so we had breakfast together in the dining car.



We'd had to get Kate up early to catch the train, and she was pretty droopy during breakfast. We thought she might take a nap afterwards, but as soon as we got back to our seats she perked back up and was bouncing off the walls again.

There was a lot of snow in the mountains, and a lot of trees that looked like this right next to the train track:



It was so pretty! Kate was impressed. She was sitting looking out the window and making up a song about Arctic animals.

We went through a lot of tunnels and snow sheds that we hadn't been able to see at all on the way down, because it was so dark. We were in the last car of the train so I took a few pictures out the back window. The window was really dirty, as you can see, but the pictures are kind of cool.






There were lots of neat misty areas too.

Somewhere between Chemult and Eugene the snow ended. I completely missed the transition, since I was downstairs at the time, getting Kate into a new shirt after a mishap.



Kate plays with her dinosaurs in the dining car. ("Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!")

I did a lot of crocheting, finished reading A Girl of the Limberlost just in time for book club, and started on The Hero of Ages. We like the train! We'll have to do it again some time. (Hopefully for a happier occasion.)