Camera resting

 I’ve decided to relax and not take hundreds of photos of the return trip. That may change when he heads into the Rockies, however. 

We just got to the dining car after a typical night on the train—lots of stirring, no deep sleep. I awoke around Provo, south of Salt Lake City, catching glimpses of the sun rising later. Grant finally got down (from the bunk) and after some careful maneuvering and preparation in the roomette, it was on to the coffee. And disco 🕺 as we roll through the Wild West.