Reinitiating movement, the train moved in the midst of wheat-gold fields, which extended on either side to the foothills of the Sierra Madre Mountains. The principal indication of the geography to come had been witnessed. The sky, now a renowned blue, held a couple scattered white cotton arrangements.
I strolled into the Dining Car for breakfast, my first feast on the rails. Found straightforwardly behind the train, it included a forward cookroom; four, four-place corners; a glass divider; two-place stalls on the left and a c-molded, internal confronting divan with tables on the privilege; a second glass divider; and another four, four-place stalls. Metal lights connected to the auto sides hung over every table. Seats substituted between dull red or green upholstery.
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