Sunday, August 23, 2015

Amtrak Salute

We returned from Denver (to Sacramento) by train. When our car attendant warned us of mooning along the route, we didn’t take him seriously. It turns out that the Amtrak Salute is serious business. Rafters, fisherman, and campers along the tracks were quick to drop their drawers and show us their butts. I never knew that mooning could be so enthusiastic. There was bouncing, twisting, slapping, and general manipulation. The conductor warned us not to respond in kind. Personally, I think a line of butt cheeks pressed against the windows of the observation car would have been a perfect response.

Tunic, Forever 21. Tank and jeans, Old Navy. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, earrings, and scarf, Charming Charlie. Bag, Guess.

Had I known about the Amtrak Salute, I would have brought the telephoto lens instead of the fisheye. If you click and squint, though, you can make out three bare butts in the boat.

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