Just back from a jaunt to Seattle amazed anew by the fun of taking the train. The stations are beautiful, it’s calm and quiet. You can walk around. You don’t have to wear a seat belt or be strip-searched before getting on. You arrive and discover you aren’t stressed or harassed. It’s American. It’s nice.
Our station here in Salem has been restored and is splendid, even on a rainy morning:
You feel like you’ve stepped back in time 50 years, so that must be why I look only 14 in this photo:
You pass through Portland and various points north, including Centralia,
eventually arriving in Seattle where you discover they are still using an old iron baggage cart (now pulled by a little motorized rig):
Well there were a few “issues” today coming home (a derailment up north) so the business class got to ride in a wonderful car that they usually only use on the Canadian-bound trains–but they can’t go to Canada today so we got it instead. Here we are nearing Portland–kind of like a travelogue!