we have arrived.

after fourteen hours to chicago. one night in chicago and another fourty four hours later we are in portland. the train was surprisingly delightful. however, three things one should never do on a train: 1. get sloshy, stay sloshy, rumage through hard to reach luggage at night while everyone else is sleeping, while shouting, "Where the f are my f'ing cigarettes dad, I just had them a minute ago. I'm so f'ing mad!" 2. talk to an oldtime friend at an obnoxiously high tone for an hour about drinking eighteen beers and almost fighting a 6'6" tall blonde man. 3. play yatzee.