Tomorrow H and I are hitting the Santa Fe depot (San Diego's train station) for a quick trip up to LA. The last time I caught a train out of San Diego and into LA, I was 19. Instead of wearing a baby in a pack I had a huge pack with a very small tent, a little stove and pot, 1 or 2 outfits, a bathing suit, and a one way plane ticket to Kauai. I spent the night at the airport because it was cheaper than a hotel, and no trains would have gotten me there early enough in the morning to catch my flight. I spent the next 3 or so months camping out on various, epically gorgeous beaches. My, how the times have changed!