Katy

Drinking too much coffee on the California Zephyr (it's free!). I watch from the sleeping car at the back of the train as the engine curves into the mountain. Minute after minute of diesel-y black, chugging through the Moffat tunnel. The window filled with impossibly slanted red rock -- that which is up was down eons ago. An exhilarating glimpse of a bald eagle tracing the path of the Colorado mocks me in my cramped, sealed box.