I made it to Salem safely after 25 hours of travel. This picture is of the Salem Amtrak Depot and Greyhound Station.
I’m feeling a bit worn out and a little hungry. I can take care of these creature comforts when I am back at my house.
Thanks for joining me on this adventure. It’s been enjoyable to blog about this journey. Time wise, traveling from Salem to Reno, I would say flying is the fastest way to go at an hour and a half flight. Driving second at 8-10 hours and the bus/train combo – 26 hours.
It’s really good to be home!
We hit the Amtrak Train Depot in Eugene, Oregon. There is a quick stop in Albany. The next stop is Salem, Oregon where I’ll get off. I’m very drowsy, but comfortable. I haven’t done any hand piecing on the quilt project I brought since I’ve been on the train. I’ve read a little of Richard Rohr’s book, Everything Belongs.
I’m glad I took the combo bus/train trip; it’s been a welcome change of pace. I’m grateful for the chance to sit, rest, and simply ‘be,’ and not be in a ‘doing’ mode.
I recommend traveling by train. I hope I have more opportunities to explore the US this way.
Overall, traveling by bus and train was a little cheaper cost wise than flying from Reno, Nevada to Portland by 20-40 dollars. I like driving to Reno from Salem, Oregon best. It is the cheapest…however it is a solid 8-10 hour drive.
The train is stopped in Modoc, Oregon and this is what I saw out my window.
I’m love’n the scenery that a trip on a train provides.
I’m taking in the sites along the way from Cali to Oregon. We just stopped at Klamath Falls, Oregon.
I’ve had nice and congenial seat mates on this trip. That’s been nice.
This a picture of the view from my window earlier today. The train has been smooth and easy going. More to come.
I was waiting and waiting for the Amtrak Train last night when my phone buzzed with text alerts to say the train was arriving late, an hour later. The picture above shows the line of people waiting to load the train at 1:45 am.
Glory be…I was tired. I couldn’t wait to get to my seat on the lower level coach area. I slept for about 3 hours so far.
For the rest of the day, I will be on the train headed North to Salem, Oregon. I’ll post some more pictures of the journey.
A train sitting on the tracks while I was waiting to board, but sadly, it wasn’t mine. More pictures to come.
I made it safely to Sacramento. After I got off of the Greyhound Bus, I opened the Google Maps App on my phone to find the directions from the Sacramento Greyhound Station to the Sacramento Valley Train Station; it was just over a mile walk.
Turns out the walk to the train station wasn’t my smartest move, as I passed the Jesus Saves Mission with scores of homeless people hanging out and tents of various sizes and shapes along the way. Perhaps with my bags, I looked just as homeless, because I wasn’t bothered at all on the walk. The sun was going down for the evening. The street lights were on when I started to become uneasy about how I thought this short leg of the trip would go. This feeling crept up on me slowly yet at the same time as the speed and pace of my walk picked up.
All is well, I made it safe and sound.
I did have to produce a valid ticket to the train station security guard after I had been hanging out on the train station benches for two hours or so.
I’m looking forward to boarding the “Midnight Train to Oregon,” because I will finally be able to rest.
I’m looking forward to what the rest of the journey brings.
The sun is going down ever so slowly. The Greyhound Bus has made two stops since Truckee…to Colfax and Rosedale.
Excuse the electric lines…this is a shot outside the Greyhound station is Rosedale, CA. I know we’re headed deeper into California when I see palm trees.
I’m working on a hand pieced quilt project while enjoying visiting with my seat mate on the bus. She is on holiday from London. It’s a joy to meet people from different walks of life and share a moment feeling ‘caught’ in the same travel predicament at the same time.
I’m on the Greyhound Bus today. We are making our first stop at Truckee, California. Love the name of the cafe in this picture…Wagon Train Cafe; it’s name holds all of mystery of roaming West of the Mississippi River.
Another picture of Downtown Historic Truckee, CA.
The season of Lent begins today according to the Church Calendar. This morning, it was nice to hike some of the Steamboat Trail in the hills of Reno. It’s all part of the journey. Some people relax when they take a retreat. Me? I relax when I am traveling and exploring. More to come later.
This is part of a wool felt art display at the Portland International Airport. I was traveling with my grand daughter today to take her back to Reno, Nevada.
From Reno, I am taking the Greyhound Bus to Sacramento, California. Then I will be taking the Amtrak Train to Salem, Oregon.
I will be posting about this trip over the next few days. I hope you’ll join me as I explore the West Coast from a new perspective. I am going to be reading Richard Rohr’s book Everything Belongs, taking pictures, doing some spontaneous writing-posts, resting, and working on a hand pieced quilt project.
I’ve had a wonderful time with My grand daughter, Matilda. She’s turning out to be a fun travel buddy.
‘O Happy Day
In a recent conversation with a relative, I was reminded of Saturday mornings when my brothers and sisters, and I were young children. My Dad would come down the steps and head for the front door. Each week, we would call out to him to ask him where he was going, because we knew he didn’t have to be at work. When we asked him where he was going, he would turn toward us and reply,
“I’m going to Chii-NA!”
To which I remember asking him if I could go along with him, and he would said, “No.”
My Dad would open the front door. As the memory plays out in my mind, I can hear the door close and the screen door slam shut. With that, he was gone on a mysterious trip for the day; he was really running errands all morning. I was left not knowing where he was going, when he would return, and an ever lingering hope of the chance to go to this mysterious place some day.
Life has a funny way of working itself out. So many years later, It seems ironic that one of his 8 children left the US on a Saturday morning for a trip to China. I’m so glad I was able to go away on a mysteriously long journey of my own to an exquisitely beautiful country.
Hiking an ancient trade route…the Mei Pass to the next province.
This is the start of a steep mountainous trail.
An ancient bell surrounded by a grove of bamboo.
The Plum blossoms line this trail bloom in December and January.
I believe this sign is saying not to pull the branches down to reach the plums.
The best way to collect the matured plums is to use a long piece of bamboo to shake the branches to let go of the fruit, as this woman is doing in the picture.
The passage way to the next province.
Crossing over to the other side.
Yoneda, Tim, and Liangyou
I don’t know if I will ever have the chance to pass this way again, so I found myself savoring the experience of hiking this trail on a lovely day. My favorite part of this trip was spending time with the people, sharing meals, and seeing China from a whole new perspective.
I find riding a tuk-tuk to be a fascinatingly joyful experience, because my US sensibilities are so thwarted and confused. Our driver is crossing directly into the cars, bikes, and people walking on the right hand side of the road.
I’ve taken some of my photos and turned them into Blank 4″ x 6″ Greeting Cards you can buy. This picture and others can be found at the following site:
Come check out some of the cool pictures I have of my home area in Oregon!
Wishing you a Happy & Productive 2017!