Riding
the rails
Or
Riding the Rails
Okay,
so it's getting late and we are contemplating dinner. Turns out Tall Dude's
name is Max, and heavy set woman is Rosy, (she used to be an accountant, but
got bored sitting behind a desk) so she decided it was time for a drastic
change, and here she is. We are all grateful...she has Spam...yep, two whole
cans. And, lucky for us, Marie picked up a bag of Bugles (is that spelled
right?) while shopping for things to put in our bindles. For those who always
scoffed at my plastic utensil collection, they will be scoffing no more as they
are coming in quite handy at the moment. Fortunately Tall Dude had the
foresight to bring bottled water enough for all, although personally I could go
for a double shot Jim Beam on the rocks for warmin' MY 'innards'. All the dogs
are getting along well and are piled in the corner of the car like a huge pile
of fluffy rags. Ernie, bless him, brought a battery operated lamp, and as soon
as it gets dark we will have a little light and card game til bedtime. We will
reach Cheyenne sometime tomorrow. Pleasant dreams all.
Arrived here in Cheyenne late this morning, we are not going
to be here long, so have decided to split up to get things done quickly in
order to be back before the train leaves.
I’ve been assigned the job of staying in the car to look after everyone’s
things, in case we are found out and get bounced. Marie and Ernie are going shopping; please,
please bring back some instant coffee and toilet paper. Rosy is going to try to find a nice, big,
bucket and hopefully some kind of a lid with a hole in it…if you get my
drift. And, Tall Dude (Max), although
personally I like the Tall Dude label, and Linda are walking the dogs. Another day of adventure has begun.
.
We are all back to the place temporarily called
home. Everyone had success with their
errands. The train will be leaving soon. Cheyenne is a lovely place, quaint…at present
the temperature is 57 degrees, and it’s partly sunny. Marie and Ernie did great shopping…instant
coffee, even though it might not always be hot, will be welcome. I remember as a girl scout we made little
stoves out of big tomato juice cans, and I’m wondering if we might be able to
do something like that to cook a few things, like hobo coffee. Hmmm, Tall Dude has a Swiss Army Knife,
wonder if he could and would be up to that task. Dinner is looking better for this evening,
several cans of stew were purchased, and Marie picked up ‘sticky buns’ for
breakfast. Yummy. Although Linda complained about the cold this
morning, the day has really turned out to be lovely. Maybe she will stop nagging me about not
taking the southern route. I asked Ernie
how come he knows so much about life on the road, and he said because he had
been a long haul trucker most of his life…laughed, saying he’d hauled freight
and ‘ass’ all over the interstates; but, never actually got to see America, and
is finally doing that. I have to say,
except for the towns and cities we go through, where the rails seem not to go
through the more lovely parts, taking the train is even better than the back
roads. We’re pulling out, more to come.
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