In which I am scheduled for Adventure

[desperance]

The second week in June, I will be heading up to Portland, to hang out with various other writerly types: that Ken Scholes fellow, and Shannon Page, and, y'know. Mark Ferrari. We are in hopes that some actual workstuff might arise from this. Also, legendary debauchery.

But! There's nothing so inherently mind-boggling about this; I have done it before, and it's barely worth announcing. Except that this time I'm not flying, because there is nothing fun about flying any more. I'm going up by train.

By Amtrak, indeed, with all its notorious delays. If all runs to schedule, it's a nineteen-hour journey through some tolerably awesome country. I expect to read and drink and watch the world unreel, and very possibly not sleep at all, because hullo.

Comments

[movingfinger]

Pack a picnic! The train food is uninteresting.

[desperance]

Thank you; that's just the kind of helpful data I can use.

Is one allowed to take one's own wine supply, or do they frown on that?

[movingfinger]

You can bring alcohol into a sleeper, but not into the regular cars. There is a bar/cafe car but I don't know whether you can bring beer/wine purchased aboard back to your seat.

[wordweaverlynn]

This is a lovely adventure. On my one trip to Portland, I took the train. Mostly delightful.