Good morning, Travel by train has always seemed to me to be romantic. When one moves from one place to another in this country, one has two basic choices. The first is to experience the journey from a car, down endless paved highways dotted by fast food, motels and tourist traps (mind you, I’m a big fan of driving trips, but they do have their drawbacks…). The second is to move hundreds of miles per hour at 35,000 feet in the air, seeing the country as little more than vast expanses to be avoided as one travels from one point to another. But immersive travel is an adventure that requires that the journey through places one might not have chosen—or even known about—savoring the geographic, geological and cultural differences along the way.
Very funny about your train ride. For work, I finally started riding the train down to San Diego and back because the driving started to get to me. I liked it. On the way down, I worked; on the way up I read. As a little girl, we used to take the train from Dayton, Ohio to Maine for camp. It was fun seeing all the kids as they got on. I finally told mom and dad that I would rather fly! I got my wish.
Very funny about your train ride. For work, I finally started riding the train down to San Diego and back because the driving started to get to me. I liked it. On the way down, I worked; on the way up I read. As a little girl, we used to take the train from Dayton, Ohio to Maine for camp. It was fun seeing all the kids as they got on. I finally told mom and dad that I would rather fly! I got my wish.