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Sharon Montgomery
YOU know your company rocks. I make sure EVERYONE ELSE does, too.
YOU know your company rocks. I make sure EVERYONE ELSE does, too.

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So true. Well written and refreshingly straightforward.

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The first of my 15 day adventure in falling in love with the people and places of New Zealand!

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I know you've seen those t-shirts!

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Get ready to meet some phenomenal people. Fall in love with their project. I did.

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Great time out with Patrick Wiggins, a stranger we happened upon while on a family outing. 

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A train trip on the Zephyr is broken down in several legs of the journey. This one is about accepting that it is time to go home. Otherwise known as, "Salt Lake City, Utah to Grand Junction, Colorado".

I started in a small building in SLC at 3:30 a.m.
The train was delayed by half an hour, which gave me time to bond with a small child who was overtired. Her parents were young and acutely aware of her loud behavior. The train folk picked up the slack. Melba, I'll call her (for she was of the older generation, and a bit distinctive-looking) talked with the little girl as she handed Melba pamphlet after pamphlet from the nearby information kiosk. Then she toddled over to me.

The toddler. Not Melba.

The child took a shine to me for some reason and made a race track from Melba to me with pamphlets. I would take the gifts, and then on her next round, give them right back. It kept her busy for a while. Melba, too.

A group of three travelers, family members, looked on, grinning. I grinned, too. The little girl's parents looked on tiredly. I knew that look. That feeling. Sympathy for them spread through me.

Soon it was time to board the train and we all clambered aboard, all on different cars. The moment I found my seat, the sleepiness hit. I had time only to arrange my bags close to my feet, bring out my pillow and blanket, snap an indulgent selfie to commemorate the beginning of the end, and I was out.

You should know that I also snapped a selfie at about 99.9% asleep. On accident. The phone hit me square on the nose, falling out of my hands as I drifted off. Interestingly to me, the pic wasn't too blurry, so I popped it in here.

I slept for 2 hours in a mostly empty passenger car. I am sure I snored. I am sure I didn't care.

I woke up as the sun rose and snapped some photos of the canyon we were in. Price Canyon. I chatted with the Conductor for a few minutes and enjoyed him immediately. He was the man with the most seniority in his position with Amtrak, and it allowed him to be flexible in many things. This gave him a sense of humor, right along side his sense of purpose and service.

As canyon gave way to desert, he entertained us train folk with witty anecdotes and stories about the region we were passing through. A bit of history, a bit of legend, and a lot of dry wit gave us great memories to go with the stunning scenery.

"And on your right, if you squint just right and cock your head with your hand over your eye, you can see the rim of Zion's Canyon..." "And if you think you've got it tough, check out this town. Population...3..." and so on.

I didn't see the little girl or her parents around, but I got to enjoy lots of other people. There was chatting, and eating, and playing of cards and snapping of pictures. The Observation Car was warm and bright, and the energy was positive and light.

Before too long, the Buttes of Grand Junction appeared, and it was time for a break. A changing of the guard for this particular conductor, so we said goodbye. Lonnie replaced him. A smoke break for some. A pottie break for others. One group left the train for good, but left their luggage.

All part of the journey, folks.
I stayed inside and waited for my next leg of the trip to start.
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This was pure fun. Nostalgic, yep. Funny? To me, definately. Reflective? Ask the cat...

Dear Husband… My suggestions worked best as letters, I’ve found. We, Greg and I, have taken to checking the mailbox out front every day, just in case the flag is up. It lets us know we were thought of. We have done this little method of honey-do’s, love…

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A snowball whizzed inches from my head. It beaned Greg, the skinny kid with a huge nose and too much acne, on the side of the face. Greg fell back with a grunt. That guy had the WORST luck. I ducked down fast, and looked around. Jerry was inching his face…
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