I packed three bags: my folding bicycle (Montague Navigator), my bicycle commuter trailer (Burley Travoy), and my underseat bag. The travel with the folding bicycle went smoothly. No one on Amtrak blinked at the oversized bag, although in Sacramento, the electric cart shuttle driver from the tracks to the terminal asked, "What's that?!" at the Montague bag. He said I had to help him move it, which I gladly did.
|My bags at Sacramento Amtrak, waiting for the shuttle bus|
Sleeping through the Midwest, morning brought the Rockies and snow, including some passing views of ski resorts. There's something very satisfying about riding through the high mountains in winter, looking at the snowy vistas while eating a meal in the dining car.
|Rocky Mountain winding gorges and tunnels|
|The journey's panoramas--quality over speed|
|The trip changes from forests to desert|
Although there was plenty of snow in the Sierra Nevadas, it was generally drier and warmer as the altitude dropped. I especially like the mixed forest of the lower altitudes with oak and manzanita mixing with evergreens.
|Mountains that I knew while growing up|
|Sacramento police providing a smile|
|Off the bus and ready to set up the rig on the sidewalk by a gas station|
|Ready to roll|
Seven more days of fun left!
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