Part 6: Almost 46 hours
Finally we're in the Rockies.
Somehow I thought the ride through Glacier National Park would
be more spectacular. It is nice, but not that dramatic (yes,
I am a terribly spoilt child). It's raining. Just after crossing
the Continental Divide, there's a rainbow to the north. It
looks quite amazing. Definitely the highlight of the Rockies
Soon after that I fall asleep.
And I sleep all the way through that tiny little bit of northern
Idaho (darn, I wanted to be able to say that I've seen at
least a bit of Idaho). Again I wake up to the sunrise. It
seems like I'm the only one awake on the train. I don't even
know where we are at first. Checking the train schedule, adjusting
my watch to Pacific Standard Time and a peek into my atlas,
reveals we're somewhere in eastern Washington. It looks pretty.
Funny, I never heard at uni that there were vineyards in Washington.
There are. And orchards, too. We cross the Columbia River.
Nature seems to be waking up right now.
I am just hours away from
my destination. Too bad, I am enjoying this train so much.
It doesn't feel like it's been almost 46 hours.
I think of all
the places I passed as we're going south along the
Pacific coast to Seattle. It is a lovely sunny morning. I
see a dead seal on a rock on the beach. Wow, are those the
Olympic Mountains?! And that must be Mt. Rainier! I think
that's the first volcano I've seen in my life. It looks so
mysterious, like it's not attached to the ground but floating
in the air.
I'm getting excited and sad
at the same time. I'm happy to reach Seattle, but don't want
to leave the train.
BR, 2004, Slovenia -
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