Lunch (included for sleeper passengers like me) was a Subway box lunch.
With no stops (or mudslides) on the way, we made it to Portland an hour ahead of the train.
Now I’m in my roomette, downstairs, and hoping to move upstairs if possible. It’s a raw, rainy day in Portland; my compartment is nice and toasty.
I already have a 6:30 time in the diner.
There’s the whistle and off we go!