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Sacramento Whore House

1/28/09

I got a small amount of video footage on the train from Portland to Sacramento, but it gets dark early. It was already bad light by 4pm, just an hour into the journey. I may post some of it later if it turned out okay. It wasn’t a real social ride. I was pretty content to write in my journal and read my book. The guy I was assigned a seat next to was of a similar mind I think. His name was Brian and he was going from Seattle to LA with his parents who were seated behind us. I sat in the sightseeing car for a while and watched the farm houses go by. Sadly, I dind’t have the video camera out when we passed what looked like a giant sinkhole in the Columbia River. I don’t remember seeing that before. Basically, the water was dropping two to six feet lower than the surface of the water. It was like some kind of unlikely waterfall in the middle of a river. Almost perfectly round. Wish I’d gotten a shot of it, but it was there and gone. Left Portland at 2:30 PM and arrived in Sacramento at around 7 am this morning. I made the mistake of spending some of my hard saved cash to eat a pretty bad meal in the dining car. Trout and bad rice on a plastic plate for $24. The server was a grumpy old man that looked like Wilford Brimley. I was assigned a dining table with an insurance salesman from Tacoma in his 60s and a semi retired psychiatrist and his wife in their 60’s. It was like I was forced to pay to eat with some of the tourists I used to have to show around Hawaii. The psychiatrists wife was interesting and pleasant but the other two didn’t really give her much of a chance to talk. I was Vago the Hawaiian anthropologist, an interesting character that may surface again somewhere else.

An older woman sitting across the aisle from me was talking about routes across the midwest being closed on Amtrak, we will see. I was happy to bypass Redding, California where I attended my junior and senior years of high school and graduated back in 1990. I hate that place, it’s why I joined the Marines…I recognized it’s negative vibe even in the dark. I slept fairly well considering that my seat was broken by putting my legs up on the seat tray in front of me and putting my seat back. Not bad. A sqaulling baby in the cabin woke me and I put in ear plugs which it turns out is a bad idea if you are climbing over the cascade range. I woke with a pretty bad earache that took a while to resolve. With the plugs in I was unable to equalize the pressure (pop the ears) and since I was sleeping, it didn’t occur with my help. The train was late by about a half hour. You would think that trains would always be on time in America like they are in other countries, but every time I have ridden Amtrak it has been late. My new friend MJ met me at the station with a hot cup of coffee.

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Vago Damitio

Mr. Damitio  (@vagodamitio) is the Editor-in-Chief for Vagobond. Life is good. You can also find him on Google+ and at Facebook

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