Cumbres and Toltec railroad blowing off steam 2009When I was a child, my mother once said to me, “I just want to get away.”

I was horrified, and when she realized, she explained, “Of course, I don’t mean from you.”

Now I know she wanted to go somewhere with no children, no responsibilities, just peace and a cool mountain summer. Now I live in the mountains, away from humidity, and wonder about going home to Kansas City.

There’s a song…

but those aren’t my reasons.

Her last trip was by train to California, to see her grandchildren.Where will my last trip take me? Will I know it?

Slogging up the ridge to the junction—
no ovenbird singing.

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