bridge damage

Amtrak contacted me to say there was bridge damage on their line between Indianapolis and Cincinnati, and we would have to be bussed between the two cities and board a new train in Cincinnati.

No way. That would be brutal in the middle of the night. I cancelled it and booked a one-way flight back to Providence.

The train ride coming out here was fun, but the itinerary in the other direction (two nights on the train!) looked bad enough even without the bus part. This country is just too big, that’s the problem.

But this is a good example of the difference between being young and being not-quite-young. If told I would have to take a weird midnight bus between Indianapolis and Cincinnati, my young self would have viewed it as a lucky and cool adventure opportunity, and a good story to tell. My current self just thinks: “How many days will it take to recover from that stupid itinerary?”