Who would guess that there’s rain in the Northwest. So a mudslide on the tracks between Kelso and Portland put all Portland-south passengers on buses. The train could get through, but they didn’t want passengers onboard through the mud.

Lunch (included for sleeper passengers like me) was a Subway box lunch.

With no stops (or mudslides) on the way, we made it to Portland an hour ahead of the train.

Now I’m in my roomette, downstairs, and hoping to move upstairs if possible. It’s a raw, rainy day in Portland; my compartment is nice and toasty.

I already have a 6:30 time in the diner.

There’s the whistle and off we go!


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