The train rocked us to sleep until it came to a stop in Chico and waked both of us up. I do have to say we both totally missed every stop in between, and in our train riding induced sleep there is no station in Redding.
The sunset is very nice and we said "Hi" to the familiar "marine layer".
The waiters in the train are true jugglers, imagine walking around with a full tray of drinks and food in a wobbly train car.
I did come home to a house with no food (that's what you get when you leave your loved ones home alone) and had to do some groceries. It takes a while to get down from the high of Sock Summit and to process all the fun and new ideas. Going to cast on with my new yarn tonight (If only I could decide which one)
Oh, and I found out one can do a fine imitation of moaning Myrtle when the train goes into a tunnel (they might not let me on a train again)