Clack, clack goes the train on the track

I am headed home. My train leaves Sacramento in about 15 minutes and arrives in Denver in about 32 hours. Trains do have the power to make everyone slow down a bit.
My travels have been, well, so many things. Pure fun. Difficult at times. Educational. Eye-opening. I will have to digest them for a while, I think. While I do, I'll keep telling stories here at Blind Bartimaeus. Feel free to stop by and see what I've learned, where I've been and where I'm headed from here. Thanks for coming along this far.

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