Another food truck, taken later on the same night as this photo. It’d been almost a year and half since my last visit to Alpine, and while I was gone, the food-truck phenomena showed up.
The trains. The trains woke me up. And as the eastern sky began to lighten, I walked down the street, drawn like a moth to the lights of the laundromat.
This is in my favorite hotel room (that’s not odd, is it, to have a favorite hotel room?). And I can’t wait to get back down there…
PS – One of my regular commenters wondered what this looked like in color, so here you go (even though it’s still more or less monochrome: