I'm on the Palmetto, a train that originates in Savannah, Georgia and goes through to New York. Because of work on the tracks, the schedule has been shifted a couple of hours and the passenger load is not heavy. We just left Dillon, South Carolina. That's north of Florence, which is about half way up the state.
Lots of grade crossings necessitate the train whistle going almost non-stop. It's almost like a symphony.
All along, towns are in need of paint, something I noticed about the freight trains that roared through the station this morning, as we waited to board. Paint is a luxury when budgets have been cut to the bone.
The lounge car, where the Wifi works well, is mostly occupied by the conductors/ticket checkers who, for some reason, are chattering about real estate and the potential of going into some business for themselves.
Just passed a field of solar cells, arrayed as if they were miniature green-houses. Acres of them.
Some cotton still waiting to be picked.
Looks like we're coming into rain.
I should probably point out that, having bought the tickets way ahead of time, the ride from Savannah to Boston costs me $111. Travel time is about the same as driving. But, of course, if I were driving, I couldn't blog. :)
Just got an email from Sen. Kay Hagan -- surely a coincidence.
She says: Congress Must Stop Manufacturing Crises and Instead Work to Grow Our Economy
Not exactly a mea culpa.