I tried to ford the river and my oxen died
The line above is a reference to the Oregon Trail Game, played by a great many American children over many years. Consequently, every university on facebook has a group of nostalgic students using this line as the group name. On my 30+ hour trip from Stockton to Spokane, I passed through Oregon.
Yes, I am serious, it took that long to get here on four seperate Amtrak rides, and is definately on my List of Things I Say I Will Never Do Again But Probably Will. I got several hours to kill in Sacramento AKA ArnoldLand, so I went to the California State Capitol for about half an hour before it closed and got photos of the Governator office door. I also spied a Jonny Rockets in a shopping center, which fixed the problem of finding somewhere to eat for little money. Bottemless lemonades and $1.99 fries later and I can probably survive the ride to some random town just over the border in Oregon. Did I mention how much checked baggage on Amtrak rocks? Yesterday would have been hell (well, moreso) otherwise.
From there it was a long bus ride to Pasco in Washington State, including a stop at a random Oregon town that really isn't a town, more of a pit stop just before a major bridge into Washington with about four stores, a resturant and a couple of petrol stations - and a Maccas. It arrived quite early just after 7pm with my train not arriving til 9pm and then being half an hour late - of course. So I walked around a few dark Pasco streets and found a low-quality but very cheap bakery. Eventually got to Spokane at 12:45, met Joslyn and family, and slept until almost 1pm. It's pretty cold here.
Yes, I am serious, it took that long to get here on four seperate Amtrak rides, and is definately on my List of Things I Say I Will Never Do Again But Probably Will. I got several hours to kill in Sacramento AKA ArnoldLand, so I went to the California State Capitol for about half an hour before it closed and got photos of the Governator office door. I also spied a Jonny Rockets in a shopping center, which fixed the problem of finding somewhere to eat for little money. Bottemless lemonades and $1.99 fries later and I can probably survive the ride to some random town just over the border in Oregon. Did I mention how much checked baggage on Amtrak rocks? Yesterday would have been hell (well, moreso) otherwise.
From there it was a long bus ride to Pasco in Washington State, including a stop at a random Oregon town that really isn't a town, more of a pit stop just before a major bridge into Washington with about four stores, a resturant and a couple of petrol stations - and a Maccas. It arrived quite early just after 7pm with my train not arriving til 9pm and then being half an hour late - of course. So I walked around a few dark Pasco streets and found a low-quality but very cheap bakery. Eventually got to Spokane at 12:45, met Joslyn and family, and slept until almost 1pm. It's pretty cold here.
posted by Nic White at
4:27 PM
