Not sleepy peepee girl
Trip Start Oct 13, 2006
27Trip End Oct 16, 2006
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It's getting light, so I push Andrew's shoulder now. Let's go get eggs, I say, or pancakes and chocolate milk. I want breakfast in the dining car. He looks at me but there is groggy in his eyes
They seat us right away. A table to ourselves. Full daylight now, I recognize my favorite mountain range. We're in the Cascades Andrew, look down! A trestle, deep ravine below, don't step off now I urge. We slow a bit, it's steep, and there are curves, with firs so tall it's almost dark again. I order eggs and toast.
Across the aisle, four people live it up. They've bought some real estate, are bragging still about their deal. Andrew pours more syrup, it oozes round a pancake big enough for two. He piddles with his food, more interested in building dams than eating carbs. You got to finish quick! Our waitperson hovers right beside, a mean-eyed look directed at the piddled plate. I got to have this kitchen clean before we get back home, she said. You got to eat fast now.
I'm done. Andrew looked at me, and not at her. Oh shoot, I missed a landmark I was watching for. I looked her way as we went past Skykomish Bridge. We'll hurry, I promised, wanting to linger simply for the picture window view of favorite sites.
Back in our seats, we speed across the valley, the fields are broad, here's Everett again, and now we're going south. Puget Sound is on our right, beloved water scenes, we're moving fast, and ready to get home, to see the cats, to stand on solid ground.
The little girl across the aisle demands to peepee once again.