4:00 a.m. We're the only two people in the lobby besides the shuttle driver. We had a full-length bus all to ourselves to drive us to Williams Junction, like a couple of celebrities with a bad case of bedhead (note: another move that paid off - getting the hair trimmed short a couple days before departure).
5:00 the 4:20 train arrives late; fortunately, the 30 degree air (somewhat offset by the bus heater) keeps us alert. Should we tip our drivers? Nah. our attendant greets us at the door, fitting our celebrity status. Ron escorts us to a sleeper room that's a major step up from our first one! Spacious bunks, personal bathroom. Only trouble is... it's not ours, once a crestfallen Ron checks our tickets, officially ending our sixty minutes of fame. Not a problem, I could fall asleep in a phone booth right now. Faster than a rancher could pen his cattle, I squeeze myself into the cocoonish covers of the ol' top bunk and latch the safety net.
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