Somewhere west of Harlem, MT –
Stopped again on a siding, probably waiting for another freight train with higher priority to go by.
These are probably the Bear Paw Mountains, or maybe the Little Rockies, according to my Roadside Geology Montana book.
Soon the sleeping car attendants will start making the rooms up for what passes for sleep on the train. We’re currently delayed at least 6 hours.
No telling how much of the time I’ll be wakeful or snoreful. Or whether I’ll have cell service (David’s been able to get some stuff done, though).