We start the final day watching the Cascades give way to lush Washington lowlands and the Puget Sound. By midmorning, the train pulls into Seattle's King Street Station. Instead of that familiar can't-wait-to-get-off-the-plane urgency, I feel like a kid on a merry-go-round that stopped too soon. As much as we saw, I wonder what we missed, and I'm already thinking about another ride on the rails.
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