(I feel like a ghost writer. I'm writing my thoughts and uploading my pictures, but I'm also conveying Beth's thoughts and uploading her pictures.)
My friend, Beth, has never been on a passenger train. (She's been on the L and other subway systems.) We were excited about the opening of the World's Fair exhibit at the Field Museum, and she asked if we could take a train instead of driving.
Well. Duh.
We bought our train tickets in early January, and as the months and weeks passed, she got more and more excited. It was contagious. The night before we left, I felt like it was my first time all over again. I have taken the Wolverine to Chicago a million billion times - I know most of the conductors' names - but I could hardly sleep!
When we got to KAL, the status board said the train was about 10 minutes behind. I told her that was fairly normal and that we should be okay as long as we didn't hit freight snags near Chicago. I think she's destined to be a train traveler because she said, "I don't care. That means more time on the train. And they have booze!" (Now you understand why she's my best friend.) ^_^
She liked the easy boarding process and commented that it seemed "pretty chill". We were both surprised at how crowded the train was. I figured the first train out on a Wednesday would be pretty empty, but it was packed. We ended up getting the very last pair of forward-facing seats, and it ended up being the quiet car. We were right behind the loco, so she got to hear the horn loud and clear. We always use "library voices" in public since we can't stand loud conversations, so being in the quiet car wasn't a problem.
We hadn't even cleared the platform yet, and she took this picture. Her comment was, "Haha, cars. YOU have to wait for US." I told her I feel that way every time I'm on a train during a work day.
The conductor came around to scan our tickets and check IDs. This is the first time I've had to show my ID in about three years, so I was a bit surprised. I didn't care; I was just surprised.
I was glad we were on the right side of the train, because she got to see my house as we passed and then the intersection where I'd been hoping to block my boyfriend on his way to work. He normally leaves around the time the train starts to pass our neighborhood, so we were planning to wave at him as we passed the crossing, but he wasn't there. Boo.
Shortly after that, and right around the time we started accelerating to 110 mph, Beth decided it was selfie time.
Blurry, but happy.
We talked about how cool it is to go through towns and backyards, along with places where cars and pedestrians don't normally go. She liked that we get to see scenery that non-train travelers don't. She took a shot of Dowagiac because she liked the small town look and the fact the town is obviously built in relation to the tracks:
She also loved the industrial sections near and in Gary, IN:
Her comment: "It was so old and industrial. And totally deserted. It reminded me of an ancient civilization -- you could see a very important way that people used to live that has all but been abandoned now."
Once we got past Michigan City, IN, we could see Lake Michigan on our right. She took a picture and said, "I can see the lake!" I had to explain why I started cracking up.
Here you go, Ryan:
We got a liiiiiittle bit delayed by freight at this point, but it wasn't bad. The conductor kept us updated every few minutes, it seemed. He told us we'd be about a half-hour late, but just then, we started picking up speed, and he sounded genuinely surprised when he came back with, "Neeeever mind, ladies and gents. Looks like we'll be rolling into Shy-cago in the next couple of minutes."
Sure enough, here came the Dan Ryan. I told Beth that you can normally see the skyline at the "end" of the highway, but that they'd taken the skyscrapers down for cleaning that day.
Part 2 coming up; I'm running out of pic space.
My friend, Beth, has never been on a passenger train. (She's been on the L and other subway systems.) We were excited about the opening of the World's Fair exhibit at the Field Museum, and she asked if we could take a train instead of driving.
Well. Duh.
We bought our train tickets in early January, and as the months and weeks passed, she got more and more excited. It was contagious. The night before we left, I felt like it was my first time all over again. I have taken the Wolverine to Chicago a million billion times - I know most of the conductors' names - but I could hardly sleep!
When we got to KAL, the status board said the train was about 10 minutes behind. I told her that was fairly normal and that we should be okay as long as we didn't hit freight snags near Chicago. I think she's destined to be a train traveler because she said, "I don't care. That means more time on the train. And they have booze!" (Now you understand why she's my best friend.) ^_^
She liked the easy boarding process and commented that it seemed "pretty chill". We were both surprised at how crowded the train was. I figured the first train out on a Wednesday would be pretty empty, but it was packed. We ended up getting the very last pair of forward-facing seats, and it ended up being the quiet car. We were right behind the loco, so she got to hear the horn loud and clear. We always use "library voices" in public since we can't stand loud conversations, so being in the quiet car wasn't a problem.
We hadn't even cleared the platform yet, and she took this picture. Her comment was, "Haha, cars. YOU have to wait for US." I told her I feel that way every time I'm on a train during a work day.
The conductor came around to scan our tickets and check IDs. This is the first time I've had to show my ID in about three years, so I was a bit surprised. I didn't care; I was just surprised.
I was glad we were on the right side of the train, because she got to see my house as we passed and then the intersection where I'd been hoping to block my boyfriend on his way to work. He normally leaves around the time the train starts to pass our neighborhood, so we were planning to wave at him as we passed the crossing, but he wasn't there. Boo.
Shortly after that, and right around the time we started accelerating to 110 mph, Beth decided it was selfie time.
Blurry, but happy.
We talked about how cool it is to go through towns and backyards, along with places where cars and pedestrians don't normally go. She liked that we get to see scenery that non-train travelers don't. She took a shot of Dowagiac because she liked the small town look and the fact the town is obviously built in relation to the tracks:
She also loved the industrial sections near and in Gary, IN:
Her comment: "It was so old and industrial. And totally deserted. It reminded me of an ancient civilization -- you could see a very important way that people used to live that has all but been abandoned now."
Once we got past Michigan City, IN, we could see Lake Michigan on our right. She took a picture and said, "I can see the lake!" I had to explain why I started cracking up.
Here you go, Ryan:
We got a liiiiiittle bit delayed by freight at this point, but it wasn't bad. The conductor kept us updated every few minutes, it seemed. He told us we'd be about a half-hour late, but just then, we started picking up speed, and he sounded genuinely surprised when he came back with, "Neeeever mind, ladies and gents. Looks like we'll be rolling into Shy-cago in the next couple of minutes."
Sure enough, here came the Dan Ryan. I told Beth that you can normally see the skyline at the "end" of the highway, but that they'd taken the skyscrapers down for cleaning that day.
Part 2 coming up; I'm running out of pic space.
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