Smokie Mountains, Atlanta, Tuscaloosa

It was a routine trip to Tuscaloosa. We were a few hours behind schedule which allowed us to enjoy sunrise in the Smokies. The damp misty morning reminded me of the “smoke” on the water when I would be rowing on the Black Warrior in the early morning hours. Witnessing nature close up like this it is easy to understand how the Native Americans grew to have such respect to the nature and the earth.

Early morning in South Carolina:

At the Atlanta station it was easy to fill the water tanks for the car.

Rich, Ian, and Steve in yellow:

Some inside shots of the car:
Hallway to the lounge from the dining area:

Galley Kitchen:

I never took a picture of my room. Here is Steve’s room instead!

Steve took this shot of all of us in the lounge. Nancy, Dennis, Jamie, Ian, Rich:

Lunch:

One of my classmates from Yoga class showed up to the Tuscaloosa station to see me on the car. She was parked off Greensboro Ave on the south side of the tracks in a vacant lot. We were able to talk a bit. The station stop seemed to be stretching out. Then the ambulances showed up. Apparently, someone needed medical help. Never learned the details of what actually happened.

Amtrak can’t blame that delay on us….

Tuscaloosa Station from the Southbound Crescent.

To be continued: