Route, Las Vegas
Excitement is a lax description of my mind at 5am this morning as I tossed and turned thinking of all the amazing places I will be exploring in Utah. After fifteen minutes of the travel jitters, I am up and ready to face my journey head on! Trying to empty the kitchen of expirable foods has given me a big, yet "unique" breakfast array. It's thanks to my ritual morning cappuccino, that I find solace and calm my nerves into their normal routine. Yes I know, how does a highly-caffeinated drink calm me? Your guess is a good as mine, but it does just that. Though I enjoy all of my adventures, I am truly a creature of pattern and enjoy normal day-to-day interactions.
Fast forward a few hours and I'm ready to leave for my train. Unfortunately it is raining so I won't be walking to the station. Uber to the rescue! My excitement has gotten the better of me as I walk into the station over an hour ahead of the train arrival. Surprise, surprise, the train is also late! Now with a good laughed my own expense out of the way, I reach into the nether regions of my bag and what emerges is the Holley Grail of time well spent. Quickly, I lose myself in the written words of good book, breaking imagination and building a repertoire of words port in my mind.
Reprieved by the words, I lift my head to see my train pull into the station. Time has moved fast, though it felt as it stood still in my mind. With a huge grunt and huff, I toss the 80 pounds of gear on to my back and snake my way through the station to a platform filled with fellow travellers on their own adventures. Four steps behind me and I find myself aboard the number 84 VIA, en route to Toronto. It will be the first of five legs in my journey to Utah. Now seated, I pull my journal, pen and headphones from another dark recess my pack. This is where my journey begins and where I leave you behind; lost in my own words and the simple beauty of the musical talent, best known as Rudimental.
One last camera add-on needed for the trip. Not an easy piece to find, which is surprising when you consider how many photography stored are in Toronto.
Mid-afternoon cappuccino from my favourite Cafe, B Espresso Bar on Queen.
Checking in 4 hours ahead of your flight means you get time to spoil yourself for dinner.
1am, and I'm finally here. (That's 4am for you folks back home)