30 minutes more and I complete all the train travels. East on the California Zephyr starting in august and then west on the southwest Chief from Chicago. Wonderful times. Both routes are memorable. I believe one has to do the California Zephyr to see the beautiful country and perhaps you will meet those that silently await your words. The Southwest Chief cuts across the heartland and gave me New Mexico and Arizona and the same train finally to Los Angeles.
Thanks to those that I met along the way. You all made a difference in the way and the going. Cowboys and school teachers and truck drivers. All taught me and gave freely. It could not be a better end to the months spent on the going. Arriving is no big deal ever. It’s the movement that counts like perhaps Stevenson said about travel.