Union Station, Los Angeles, a little before 3:10 pm when my train departs for San Diego. From there, it is another 50 miles to bus that goes very. It looks like I will miss the last bus from San Diego to Campo, CA, the town by the trailhead.
Hitch? A sign that says, “PCT” will pull. But not if it’s dark. So maybe not. We will test this.
I notice I am not anxious at all about anything.
Leaving Fresno was the right move. Already I feel the healing. Though the dangers I face now are far greater than any in my life there, well, this whole ride south on extremely familiar routes has been been full of wonder, for I am seeing things that have always been there, but I never saw them before in hundreds of times through the same places.
No long sleep either since yesterday, but I did genuinely nap on the first train leg. I put in earplugs!
I am luxuriating in my newly rediscovered base state of serenity.
Of course, I took the photo after my first sentences. They call this train the, “Surfliner.” California, right?
