31.08.2010 - 31.08.2010 15 °C
I was woken at about 6:00am by the sun rising over Oregon horizon. As I was waking the train was snaking its way around a deep valley and I could see its entire length. The morning sun burnt the ordinarily silver carriages red and orange. I packed my sleeping bag and moved up to the lounge car, finding a seat facing directly into the valley. What was immediately apparent was how brilliantly and luscious green Oregon is. Had I not exhausted my enthusiasm for exploring America's more wild side with three weeks under the stars I'm sure I'd spend time here. I have always said along my way, however, that I don't want to see everything of the places I visit, otherwise there would be no reason to return.
I spent most of the day in the lounge car, making notes and watching the world go by. We made a few longer stops along the way, the longest being in Oregon's major city, Portland. I noticed during the journey that my fellow passengers were much more reserved. With hindsight, when reflecting on my train journeys along the east coast, it says a lot for the friendliness of the people of the South that they are comfortable just sitting down and talking to anyone to find out something about you.
We eventually arrived in Seattle, a day after leaving San Francisco. I knew that the hostel wasn't too far from the station, so I planned to walk there hauling my bags with me. This would have been a fine idea had I more properly looked at a map before planning my route. I ended up heading the wrong way and I didn't feel as though I found my self in the safest neighbourhood so I hailed a cab and soon got to my final hostel of the trip.