Merced, California
I'm up on the top carriage and there's such a beautiful sunset over the orange trees. I think the drivers a bit hellbent on blasting his train horn up at the front but if I had a train horn that was as loud as that then I probably would too.
We're tearing along the San Joaquin line, straight out of a wildwest film, flying past vineyards, trailor parks, small lumber wood towns and rednecks down to Yosemite.
My stop is Merced. There I'll get a coach up to Midpine...