As a young kid, my mother used to take me to California on the train.
We would change in Seattle. Back then it was the Great Northern, with a mountain goat as a logo, and green and white cars. It thundered through White Rock, and I got no end of joy, as a four year old, seeing freighters in Puget Sound. Then it was a change of train in Seattle and on to family in San Francisco. Memories.... memories ......