Car 33o, Room A, aboard the Southwest Chief.
You can have your beaches. You can have your spas. My idea of total relaxation and rejuvenation is a weekend – or a week – in a private sleeper aboard a long-distance train across America.
Amtrak is my happy place.
The Field Notes subscription box, holiday edition. The photo does not do justice to the Group Eleven notebooks, with foil stamped covers and gilt-edges. If a tiny notebook can be a work of art, these can.
This is your brain on 12 year-old Elijah Craig Small Batch Kentucky Bourbon.
Make mine a double. Rocks.
Vacations are wunnerful…
Day-Glo post-its, a superb Gel pen, and four notebooks. Happy holidays, indeed!
Warming up on the calf-raises at 6:30am. Started a year ago at 35 lbs, up to 85 lbs.
Why the locomotive on my workout clothes? Because it’s my train-ing shirt, of course!
#traingeek #foamer #ferroequinologist
All of my macronutrients, plus fiber and electrolytes, when pushed into a single pile makes me seem every more obsessive-compulsive than I am in real life.
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Standing under a heater vent blowing 70-degree air on me, I still get goosebumps listening to Ed Sheeran singing “I See Fire” from
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug.
Haunting and stirring at the same time.