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We took #14 from SJC to EUG on Thursday, and #11 back on Sunday. There
were to be six of us.
Two boarded in LAX, occupying the H (accessible) bedroom in our car. We had
a roomette. We boarded in SJC. Train was about six hours late going.
The roomette was clean and everything worked. The H bedroom was clean and
everything worked except that the door had issues staying open, and locking
closed. Paul, the car attendant was a gem.
We missed dinner on the train, and knew we would, so we had eaten. We sat
up till 11 PM, then Paul set the bed up. We darkened the roomette and were
able to look out and see stuff without reflections, sometimes lit by the
light from the window in the train entry door. We really felt snug and
happy. It was romantic.
Boarding the upper bunk was interesting for the 6 foot, 304 lb railfan. I
really wish for a window in the upper bunk area, but such luck. I got "in",
and then tried to get out so I could reassure myself that I could. About
halfway through this process, I realized that I was probably going to (a)
go all the way to Seattle and (b)need the jaws of life A bit more
experimentation produced a process that worked.
I got comfortable, and decided that I had no problem, since it was good
preparation for being dead, in my casket.
At 12:30, more friends got on, in SAC. They had taken the Lakeshore Limited
from New York, and the California Zephyr from Chicago. I got out of bed to
welcome them to Bedroom A. Note: Getting two folk and two (Lab and Golden)
Seeing Eye Dogs into Bedroom A is tough. B,C,D or E would be better. The
arrangement is different.
There was no parlor car, which disappointed us because we were traveling in
a group.
Went back to bed around 1:30. Next thing I knew, it was 6 AM!
We breakfasted at 7 AM with the Albritons (Room H) but not the Ackers (room
A - still sleeping.) Breakfast in the diner was really cool. The food is
Amtrak-microwave standard, but the ambiance is pure railroading. The
service was excellent. Those folks work hard and stay pleasant while they
do it.
For those who are regular Amtrak passengers, I bring regards from the
Tuscan Omelet, the Bob Evans Scramble, the French Toash and the Quiche
Lorraine (the less said about Lorraine the better
The train steadily lost time as we went. One Amtrak employee stated that
one you were 1.5 hours late, you could count on losing an hour on each
segment. We got stuck behind MOW Gangs as well as stuck in the hole for
meets and even a few lay-by meets.
We arrived in EUG at about 6:00 PM, having had both Lunch and Dinner on the
train.
(Dinner in the diner, it would be much finer, if we had some real food,
some chefs and and some fine china.)
As we were handling baggage, we heard an announcement that #11 had been
"terminated" in Salem due to the K-Falls derailment. We were unsure whether
#11 would run on Sunday, but by Saturday, we knew it would.
On Sunday, the same trainset, now #11, arrived at EUG at about 7:30. About
two hours late. We were able to get dinner on the train, all together. When
we returned to our roomette, we found it already made up, though we hadn't
asked for the service yet.
Again, there was no parlor car -- same trainset, and all that. One of the
Amtrak employees stated that he'd seen only one parlor car in the past
three months. He thought that they were being moved to service on the
Empire Builder out of SEA.
Another problem was that due to the derailment, the train had not been
fully catered in SEA. By lunch on Monday, we were running out of stuff in
the diner. By Monday dinner, we were down to about 40% of the menu. When
the recatered in OAK, they did not do a good job, either. The train got
more of some stuff than they needed and less or none of what they really
needed.
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. At 1:25 AM, the crew died on the law
between Chemult and K-Falls. We sat till close to 2:30 AM till a new
engineer could be driven out, then he drove us, with the entire train crew
off duty, to K-Falls, where we got new crew. I was sitting in the snack bar
area, below the lounge, with the assistant conductor, and he told me that
he had been on the job for about six weeks, after two months of training.
He had previously done other work, and, at 45 years old, had made a career
change. His wife was traveling on the train too.
I got some sleep then, and we hit the diner at 7:30. Amazingly, we were in
the diner for both northbound and southbound passes over Lake Shasta.
The Ackers could not join us for breakfast, as they had to be alert to
relieve their guide dogs in Redding, so their car attendant brought them
breakfast where they sat. This time, they were in the accessible coach
area, not having been able to book a sleeper accommodation for the segment.
The Albritons just punted and asked Eric to bring them breakfast, which he
did. We sat with a photographer, a single parent, with his nine-year old
son. A delightful child.
We lost the crew at 11 AM. I don't understand why, since they had not
boarded till 2 the previous morning. Nonetheless, we sat again, until new
crew could be bussed out. Lunch and dinner was interesting, as the food
dwindled, and the dining car crew made do. We all did, and there were few
frowns. Some comments were made about the Donner party.
We arrived in San Jose at 8:00 PM, about ten hours late, I think.
Editorial comments and observations:
1. Given the time and scheduling, I'd do it again. I really enjoyed myself.
2. Generations of railroad men, from porters and pullman attendants, cooks,
waiters, conductors, engineers and everybody else involved, are all
spinning in their graves at what has happened to intercity rail travel in
this country. Nuff said.
3. Sleeper car #32090, which was 1430 on the way north, and 1130 on the way
south, has a problem. It loses it's toilet system every time it climbs to
altitude in the Siskiyou mountains. Every time. The book is full of reports
of this. They died on the northbound run, and they died on the southbound
run too. the --31 car and --32 cars were fine. One failure I can always
forgive, but WHY DON'T THEY FIX THE DAMNED THINGS?
4. Everybody we met in Amtrak service was courteous, kind and genuinely
into doing the job and doing it well. They are fine people.
That's the news from San Jose, where we are now safely home again.
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were to be six of us.
Two boarded in LAX, occupying the H (accessible) bedroom in our car. We had
a roomette. We boarded in SJC. Train was about six hours late going.
The roomette was clean and everything worked. The H bedroom was clean and
everything worked except that the door had issues staying open, and locking
closed. Paul, the car attendant was a gem.
We missed dinner on the train, and knew we would, so we had eaten. We sat
up till 11 PM, then Paul set the bed up. We darkened the roomette and were
able to look out and see stuff without reflections, sometimes lit by the
light from the window in the train entry door. We really felt snug and
happy. It was romantic.
Boarding the upper bunk was interesting for the 6 foot, 304 lb railfan. I
really wish for a window in the upper bunk area, but such luck. I got "in",
and then tried to get out so I could reassure myself that I could. About
halfway through this process, I realized that I was probably going to (a)
go all the way to Seattle and (b)need the jaws of life A bit more
experimentation produced a process that worked.
I got comfortable, and decided that I had no problem, since it was good
preparation for being dead, in my casket.
At 12:30, more friends got on, in SAC. They had taken the Lakeshore Limited
from New York, and the California Zephyr from Chicago. I got out of bed to
welcome them to Bedroom A. Note: Getting two folk and two (Lab and Golden)
Seeing Eye Dogs into Bedroom A is tough. B,C,D or E would be better. The
arrangement is different.
There was no parlor car, which disappointed us because we were traveling in
a group.
Went back to bed around 1:30. Next thing I knew, it was 6 AM!
We breakfasted at 7 AM with the Albritons (Room H) but not the Ackers (room
A - still sleeping.) Breakfast in the diner was really cool. The food is
Amtrak-microwave standard, but the ambiance is pure railroading. The
service was excellent. Those folks work hard and stay pleasant while they
do it.
For those who are regular Amtrak passengers, I bring regards from the
Tuscan Omelet, the Bob Evans Scramble, the French Toash and the Quiche
Lorraine (the less said about Lorraine the better
The train steadily lost time as we went. One Amtrak employee stated that
one you were 1.5 hours late, you could count on losing an hour on each
segment. We got stuck behind MOW Gangs as well as stuck in the hole for
meets and even a few lay-by meets.
We arrived in EUG at about 6:00 PM, having had both Lunch and Dinner on the
train.
(Dinner in the diner, it would be much finer, if we had some real food,
some chefs and and some fine china.)
As we were handling baggage, we heard an announcement that #11 had been
"terminated" in Salem due to the K-Falls derailment. We were unsure whether
#11 would run on Sunday, but by Saturday, we knew it would.
On Sunday, the same trainset, now #11, arrived at EUG at about 7:30. About
two hours late. We were able to get dinner on the train, all together. When
we returned to our roomette, we found it already made up, though we hadn't
asked for the service yet.
Again, there was no parlor car -- same trainset, and all that. One of the
Amtrak employees stated that he'd seen only one parlor car in the past
three months. He thought that they were being moved to service on the
Empire Builder out of SEA.
Another problem was that due to the derailment, the train had not been
fully catered in SEA. By lunch on Monday, we were running out of stuff in
the diner. By Monday dinner, we were down to about 40% of the menu. When
the recatered in OAK, they did not do a good job, either. The train got
more of some stuff than they needed and less or none of what they really
needed.
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. At 1:25 AM, the crew died on the law
between Chemult and K-Falls. We sat till close to 2:30 AM till a new
engineer could be driven out, then he drove us, with the entire train crew
off duty, to K-Falls, where we got new crew. I was sitting in the snack bar
area, below the lounge, with the assistant conductor, and he told me that
he had been on the job for about six weeks, after two months of training.
He had previously done other work, and, at 45 years old, had made a career
change. His wife was traveling on the train too.
I got some sleep then, and we hit the diner at 7:30. Amazingly, we were in
the diner for both northbound and southbound passes over Lake Shasta.
The Ackers could not join us for breakfast, as they had to be alert to
relieve their guide dogs in Redding, so their car attendant brought them
breakfast where they sat. This time, they were in the accessible coach
area, not having been able to book a sleeper accommodation for the segment.
The Albritons just punted and asked Eric to bring them breakfast, which he
did. We sat with a photographer, a single parent, with his nine-year old
son. A delightful child.
We lost the crew at 11 AM. I don't understand why, since they had not
boarded till 2 the previous morning. Nonetheless, we sat again, until new
crew could be bussed out. Lunch and dinner was interesting, as the food
dwindled, and the dining car crew made do. We all did, and there were few
frowns. Some comments were made about the Donner party.
We arrived in San Jose at 8:00 PM, about ten hours late, I think.
Editorial comments and observations:
1. Given the time and scheduling, I'd do it again. I really enjoyed myself.
2. Generations of railroad men, from porters and pullman attendants, cooks,
waiters, conductors, engineers and everybody else involved, are all
spinning in their graves at what has happened to intercity rail travel in
this country. Nuff said.
3. Sleeper car #32090, which was 1430 on the way north, and 1130 on the way
south, has a problem. It loses it's toilet system every time it climbs to
altitude in the Siskiyou mountains. Every time. The book is full of reports
of this. They died on the northbound run, and they died on the southbound
run too. the --31 car and --32 cars were fine. One failure I can always
forgive, but WHY DON'T THEY FIX THE DAMNED THINGS?
4. Everybody we met in Amtrak service was courteous, kind and genuinely
into doing the job and doing it well. They are fine people.
That's the news from San Jose, where we are now safely home again.
</edg>