Standing on the platform of Oxnard Station on a cold January day, waiting for Amtrak’s Coast Starlight to carry me to Portland.
I look up at Topa Topa and there is snow even on our local mountaintops. The Amtrak stationmaster, following my gaze and knowing the course of my journey, nods. “You will see plenty of snow on this trip,” she said.
“I know,” I replied with a smile. “Especially between Portland and Chicago.”
I can look at snow all day long if I am seeing it from out of a window of my warm train.