red rocks and plain states
From Flagstaff, AZ to Chicago, IL took about 30 hours. The Amtrak picked us up just before sunrise and chased a tangerine strip of horizon through a scrubby landscape, easily outpacing the semi trucks and pickups that own the roadway. Again I was shutter-bugging like crazy, this time through the train windows–red rock formations and adobe houses, pastel bridges and indian gift shops.
Time moved slowly inside the carriage as we were subject to other peoples’ conversations and parenting skills (or seeming lack thereof).
It amused me to see conservatively-dressed Amish or Mennonite men eating Cheez Whiz, I would have thought that would be one of the unholy modern things they’d do well to shun. Yet I got a “look” from a bearded man in home-made clothes for coming back to my seat with a Sam Adams beer, LoL.
We passed through most of Kansas in the night and early morning, including Dodge City (darn!), but I’m imagining most of the scenery looks like the first few photos, after the jump.
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