The Adventures of Two Old Farts on a Slow Train To Nowhere

Not to mention, a random bus

Vancouver Amtrak Train Station — Photo by author

Well, we are back at the train life, jumping the rails, surviving with just the clothes on our back with our sticks slung over our shoulders, designed to carry necessities in a red kerchief bag.

Okay maybe we’re not jumping, nor living quite so lightly, but we are back on a train. If you haven’t read our other train adventures, including the one explaining why trains mean so much to us or the one that tried to leave us behind, check them out here.

Time Travel by Train

Old People on the Short Bus and a Dog Named, Georgia

As I write, we are traveling on Amtrak’s train from Vancouver to Everett, Washington. Not exactly a long journey, about four hours, but with hubby’s new knee, we’re keeping things simple. You must understand, for us, the train ride is the climax, whereas the destination is just a…