By the third day, we all are going a little stir crazy,
jumping off at every whistle stop for the Smokers Break. Stretching, jumping,
dancing or whatever. The night before there was an almost all night party in
the observation car by some of our party–– who had acquired a minimally clothed
energetic flexible dancer who teamed up with one of our dancing boys. She was
reprimanded by the conductor several times, threatening to throw her off at the
next stop because, I quote: “You are enticing my customers.”
Did I forget the
lovely Amish families who were traveling East as well? They looked very
peaceful, if a wee bit disconcerted by our motley crew passing back and forth through the train. I imagine no one has to inform them about climate change.
By this time I
was so sleep deprived I had stopped taking photos or videos which I am having
trouble uploading so there are no graphics to go with this somewhat strange leg
of the journey, but I leave it to your imagination.




