I’ve been making a slow-travel through California on this little trip home to the US. After a week of being spoiled by girl time and good cooking with a friend in Southern California, I hopped a train to LA and further north. There was a moment of adventure at the train station when I realized that the tracks there were closed and no train would be arriving. With only 10 minutes to get to the next station and catch my train, I had some luck with two guys and a pick up truck who generously loaded up me and my baggage and another poor soul who didn’t get the news of the closed station. We pulled up to the next station just as a train was getting ready to leave and breathed a sigh of relief that we would make our destination.
