I met these two girls in Minneapolis who were about to ride trains across the country, out to the west coast. I was thinking about going out that way with them, but it just didn't work out. I ended up running into them again in Portland—I think I was 18, and one of them asked me if I wanted to ride a short line down to Eugene. I went ahead with her and it was really amazing. It started pouring when we were waiting for the train under the bridge and the train wasn't stopping. She said, “this train is not going to stop for us. We're going to have to hop on the fly." It was pouring and all the cars were soaking wet. Everything was really slippery. There's no ladder to hop onto when you're hopping a boxcar—you just have to beach yourself like a whale into the open boxcar door. We just ran for it and hopped right through, slid into the wet boxcar and rode through one of the craziest storms. It was amazing. It just blew my mind.