Ross E. Lockhart's Blog, page 86
March 6, 2011
Twenty-four hours from home...
At the Seattle Amtrak station, catching my breath after a NASCAR-qualifying taxicab ride across the city. Jennifer's checking in while I stand guard over our luggage. Boarding in about an hour (maybe sooner), then approximately twenty-four hours from now, we'll arrive back in the Bay Area, pick up Maddie from "camp," and head on home. It's been a whirlwind trip, filled with fun, food, and family, but it's going to be nice to get back to Petaluma. And I really miss Maddie.
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The family that rocks together...
At EMP/SFM with Jill and the Williams Clan...
Rock on, Mama Jill!
Bram takes the solo...
And Brie, on the drums...
If Six Was Nine...
Let's get skiffy: My Dream Ride:
Part of one of my all-time favorite cinematic space ships, the Valley Forge from Silent Running:
Battlestar!
And a bug's eye view of a local landmark:
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March 3, 2011
Snow, as seen through the window of a northbound train...
Reading manuscripts as we roll along, resting my eyes between chapters by glancing out at the snow and trees. It goes on forever...
...tire tracks and the occasional footprint.
Passing freight.
And a self portrait.
A brief stopover in Klamath Falls...
We've stopped for a little while in Klamath Falls, OR. Changing crews, I think.
The scenery has changed from tall trees to scrub and dirty snow, with scatterings of houses and distant mountains.
Breakfast in the dining car was rather good. An omelet with peppers and onions, potatoes, and a croissant for me, scrambled eggs and a biscuit for Jennifer. And the company of a couple heading home to Olympia.
And we hung out in the Pacific Parlor car awhile after breakfast, reading and watching the world roll past.
Internet access is spotty at best. I'm answering e-mail as I can, but don't be surprised if it takes me a little longer than usual to get back to you.
The world I woke up to...
The world I woke up to is one of tall trees and rivers, with patches of snow on the ground and wisps of fog suspended in the sky.
And the occasional house.
Or graffitied freight car.
All moving past at a blurred pace, like life.
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Self portrait... On a train!
And with that, the trip was on track.