The exterior of the eastbound entry to the Moffatt Tunnel

We wound up in Denver after always having lived on this train, sliding through fractal snowy landscapes, cliffs and remote mountain towns and somehow getting higher in elevation together without actually being onboard a plane (or driving to Mount Lassen’s trailhead) by going across (or under or through) the Continental Divide. Now, we try to adjust to a larger space than a roomette, and much less rattling.