Rockies Rail Tour
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Thursday, July 13: Glenwood Springs to Moab
This day's journey was considerably less eventful than that of the day before. The terrain we traversed was pretty much all flat desert, devoid of twists and turns and dramatic canyon walls thundering rapids and mooning rafters. I'll give you a sampling of the photos I took, but I don't have much to say about them. There was a little departure ceremony depicted in Video 219, which they had also done the day before. And our arrival sometime around 2:00 PM (1:00 PM Denver time) was graced with no ceremony whatsoever at some nondescript siding in You Don't Want To Live Here, Utah, where we transferred to a coach that brought us to Moab. Our pace was a little faster than that of the previous day, in part due to the fewer tight curves of the right of way, but perhaps also because there wasn't all that much to see. We still never got much over 55 MPH or so due to the heat-induced distortion of the tracks. And heat there was a-plenty. Outside temperatures were well over 100°F in the middle of the hottest month in recorded history of the planet. It was still quite comfy in the train, though..
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Glenwood Springs to Moab
I don't remember how we passed the afternoon. Whatever it was, it was primarily indoors. It was wicked hot outside. We probably did venture out to find someplace to eat, but the question that kept arising in my brain was "What the heck were human beings thinking in trying to live here? This country is not fit for human habitation!" I probably spent much of the day napping and catching up on my email.