Right after breakfast was a stop in Denver, where we got out to see Union Station while the train added a couple of engines for the steep climb through the Rockies.

Shortly after that we went through the Moffatt Tunnel. Opened in 1928, it cuts through the continental divide. That was about six minutes in darkness. No picture for you! We emerged from the tunnel to spectacular fall scenery. Craggy mountains populated with green pine, blue fir, and white birch with golden leaves. The next stop was Winter Park-Fraser. We had been hoping to get out and see a bit of the town, but we were told that the platform had been ripped up.

Lunch was okay, but the view from the dining car was spectacular. Whilr our roomette was on the left side of the car, we were seated on the right side of the dining car for this meal. By the time we got back to our roomette, the best view had shifted back to the left side of the car. We got lucky.

Much of this part of the route runs along the Colorado River. It's tradition for rafters to salute the train by mooning. Most people just wave at the train, though.

We got off the train at Grand Juction. Chandler steered us to a store that had some Dramamine. Julie had left it in the luggage, which was in the baggage car. Oops. It was overpriced, but beat being sick.

Dinner was good. Then it was time to chill for the rest of the evening.

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