“Time to head for the observation car and get lunch," Donna shook her head, motioning towards the door. "I’ll check on Timmy and Reba, you go ahead and find a place for us. At least you can have some time to dream, watch the miles go by and hope for a better destination.”
There was a time when travel was more than just `getting there`.
Those days seem gone, or are they? Is it the destination, or the trip itself?
In my story Western Union, the protagonists have other destination Than the place they are traveling to.