1000 miles and 30 hours of train ride

July 28. 2009 i board a Amtrak train from Los Angeles to Portland. its 1000 miles and 30 hours of train ride. its nice, the train fallows coast line and i see some dolphins outside my window. there are 9 or so young teen age girls sitting in the surrounding seats. the squeal of high pitched laughter, gossip, and sexual references inspire me to find new travel buddies. (and some aspirin). like an old western movie i move from train car, to train car, my trusty guitar at my side, A.K.A. "Rory". its funny, apparently people who need travel cheep use the train. and most of those people are musicians. my guitar worked like a lighthouse. it was guiding musicians lost in the sea of second class seating. anyone looking to jam was welcome. i meet a lot of new people and played a lot of music. a fiddle player and i made some tip money playing music in the lounge car. (then spent it on over priced beer). it was hard to sleep that night. all my warm cloth were checked in my luggage. and the bastards left the AC on all night. in the gift shop they were selling Amtrak blankets for 34 bucks. and i think leveing the AC on was an attempt to stimulate sales revenue. all and all the trip to Portland was a lot of fun. going home is good. seeing old buddys is good. breathing North West air is good. life is good.