Willamette River. We're out of the switchbacks in the Cascades and headed to Eugene. Big Boy and I were driven from car 1412 by the terror and his two older sisters. Their parents, seemingly having abdicated all responsibility, let them run wild in the car. Potato chips and orange peels are everywhere. The terror really likes to throw things. The woman behind us said, "Maybe if we leave, they will too." She took off with her two preteen boys with us in hot pursuit. Now in the lounge car watching the scenery.
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