Empire Builder

A well-oiled train wreck.

May 12
5:30AM, somewhere in North Dakota. Train is bumping along. Can’t sleep. No cell phone signal. Amish folks in the seat behind me whispering to eachother in a language I can’t understand, except every few minutes, when they say “mountains” - and I know that we are looking forward to the same thing.

-shanai

5:30AM, somewhere in North Dakota. Train is bumping along. Can’t sleep. No cell phone signal. Amish folks in the seat behind me whispering to eachother in a language I can’t understand, except every few minutes, when they say “mountains” - and I know that we are looking forward to the same thing.

-shanai