November 16, 2008

Vol. 14 — The Coast Starlight @ Salem, OR

I saw my first wild Bald Eagle this morning, landing gracefully on a sort of mudflat crowding in on the fringes of a broad series of lakes and marshy areas through which we’ve been traveling. Small mountains hem it all in, blankets of mist clinging to the low slopes and spreading over the inlets and sheltered bays.

On the train, it seems never to be too early for beer, as a couple of guys walk by at 8:30 in the morning with Sam Adams’ in their hands. Anything to pass the time, I guess.