THE pack, THE cold, and THE Betsy are sitting around chilling (literally) in the first class lounge in the Windy City… At least they have a lit fireplace here, it’s cold!
I have never been in Chicago before. It appears to be a large city. With an underground. And luggage lockers.
A few notes about the train trip:
- Just past Osceola, IA is a rotten place to remember the hiking poles are still leaning against the door by the show rack!
- There was a voice whispering over the intercom about ice cold beer – four times. I feel subliminalized!
- In another burst of inspiration, I realized my maps also failed to catch the train
- At least the backpack made it. I think. I know the cold did!