The train ride from Emeryville, California to Portland, Oregon is a short 17.5 hours. I say it’s short because it’s only a frame of mind in how long it takes. There’s no TSA; no constitutional pat-downs or cancer-giving scans. No crammed seats or overselling. Just a simple, melodic rocking back and forth. A comfort. A feeling of being held while you’re carefully carried to your next location. There’s something romantic about train travel; whether it be nostalgia or casual speed, I hope I never figure it out. The mystery is welcome.