The trains are a-plenty here. They don’t seem as loud as I remember last time I was in the Pass, even though they’re literally right outside my front window, but that may be because last time I was in the Pass, my dad and I were camping at Lundbreck, in a canvas tent. House seems more quiet.
They go by quite often. There were at least three that I noticed while I was in bed last night, and it wasn’t like I was in bed for 12 hours. I’m going to start paying a little more attention to time and frequency…