Hmmm. Smoke on the horizon.The sun is rising as we pull into Sacramento station a bit late. I took a hot shower (sort of challenging on a moving vehicle) and got some coffee and a muffin for breakfast in the parlour car.
Fred, our attendant, dropped off a copy of the Bee this morning. Front page: Union Pacific railroad trestle through town is burning down as we speak. That's what the smoke was from.
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