Here's Pete in a boxcar, cruising through the Sacramento Valley.  Not much to see here, except lots of open space and lots of blue sky.  The weather was perfect and I don't recall that it was too chilly.  Sometimes the jacket was on, and sometimes off.

I suppose I could wish that it wasn't so darn noisy, but then it wouldn't be a boxcar, eh?  Al is always smart enough to use earplugs, but I have always gone au natural.  I just need my hat and my cheap sunglasses.  Yes, there's a hole in the knee of my pants.  Duct tape will later handle this problem.