you know, train whistles do sound lonesome...

the train line runs right past our motel in the little junction town we rolled into at one in the morning. we'd not gotten as far as initially planned, but that was all right. the important thing was to get past the big city's influence on traffic and out of range of the weather system moving in off the coast. an open truck bed, piled high with boxes and suitcases, and rain do not mix...