Riding the Rails
We were recently in Boulder, Colorado, to visit our daughter, her husband, and our new grandson. We then took the Amtrak Zephyr from Denver to Sacramento. As we rode through the spectacular vistas of the Sierra Nevada and Rocky Mountains, I was reminded that trains are the most literary way to travel. (You won’t find a lot of poems about traveling by plane.) I specifically remembered a great poem by Blaise Cendrars I first read many years ago: “Trans-Siberian Prose and Little Jeanne from France”.