The first leg of my trip I met a young man, probably twenties, from Alaska. He helped me with my luggage. I asked him where he was from and he told me he worked in engineering but was not quite an engineer. He told me his mom was a distinguished crab fisherman on the Bering Sea and that she was 48 when he was born. He was very animated and talked off and on seemed to really enjoy describing his life and clearly loved his mom and sister. He described t...

Off on the rails. Amy, Ed and the kids took me to the station to start my trip. Union Station is under remodeling but already a beautiful throw back to 1939.