Rolled through Green River, Colorado with a quickness that Amtrak is not known for.

Stopped a little longer in Grand Junction, which wasn’t so grand after all, though the old man and wife at the station sold me a copy of “Frontier Poetry and Prose” for a dollar, which I suppose, is pretty fucking grand. Also, free coffee. But besides those two things (and the Mennonites playing volleyball), all that the junction seemed to be was boarded-up windows and a sunny place to smoke a spliff.


(Photo information: “Amtrak station in Grand Junction, CO” by Egaowakaii – Own work. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Commons –,_CO.JPG#/media/File:Amtrak_station_in_Grand_Junction,_CO.JPG)

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