Deb has been insisting that she is agile (Yoga proud) and that I am older and more decrepit. Therefore, she should take the top bunk and I should take the lower. Her more diplomatic take on it is that I stay up later and can leave the lower bunk configured as a chair until I am ready for bed. Probably, reality lies somewhere between.
The trip through the southwest was planned three months ago with the idea of seeing all the flowers blossoming in the spring. However, since there has been a widespread drought, we got to see very dry grasslands instead. Even so, this is beautiful country.
The train climbed, albeit slowly, over the Raton Pass. It’s the highest point that Amtrak goes at 7,600ft elevation. From our sleeper car, we can go through the dining car to the observation car. It is, of course, packed. (the entire train is two stories but can only go between cars on the second floor). The first floor had a snack bar, and was less crowded.
Our train is running a little over 2 hours late. They keep revising the schedule, laced with optimism, showing the train getting back on schedule within the next couple of stops. But alas, it just kept getting later and later.
Finally, in Albuquerque, we uber to Casa de Suenos Inn, an eclectic piece of old New Mexico. Drop our bags and head out for a New Mexican dinner, complimented with a Blackberry margarita and a hazy IPA.
Tomorrow, we explore…
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