We had traveled the night through Arizona. Dawn broke just as we were leaving New Mexico, the train come within 35 feet of the border. Patrol agents roamed the hillsides and boarded the train during stops. The Brown Shirts of Nazi Germany came to mind. I pondered my response as they asked various people who they were, where they were going. I was thinking that free travel was part of our rights and I would make a loud statement as to their right to interrogate, but no I was passed over.
Having rolled into El Paso early Saturday morning, we reached San Antonio at nightfall. Traveling across west Texas is an experience of observation, the hours are spent gazing at landscapes lightly touched by today's urban homogenization. Rutted dirt roads washed clean of tracks from the few vehicles capable of venturing this far from support services. Amtrak's Texas Limited shakes one from what appears as extreme speed, into a perception of crawling across this sparse existence.New Orleans is Next
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