Morning, Upper Klamath Lake

It was at this point in the trip, when I had been on the train about 21 hours, that I had to ask whether Amtrak had purposely chosen the routes through the most stunningly beautiful parts of America.

If there is an aesthetic case to be made for long-distance rail travel in the United States, this view makes it without a single word.

Being as Good as I Can

Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse, Heathrow. The breakfast smells incredible, and I didn’t have dinner last night.

But I am declining, even the croissants, saving my calories for the Kosher Kedassia meals on the flight. There will be foods on my tray that are not on my training program, so I need to choose my sins.

But boy, am I hungry. The temptation to partake is extreme.