Car 33o, Room A, aboard the Southwest Chief.
You can have your beaches. You can have your spas. My idea of total relaxation and rejuvenation is a weekend – or a week – in a private sleeper aboard a long-distance train across America.
Amtrak is my happy place.
Warming up on the calf-raises at 6:30am. Started a year ago at 35 lbs, up to 85 lbs.
Why the locomotive on my workout clothes? Because it’s my train-ing shirt, of course!
#traingeek #foamer #ferroequinologist
Today the Electronic Nomad is working form a perch above the Ashland Meat Company @ Cross Brothers Grocery. I have a brilliant view of the tracks along Railroad Avenue. My eyes and ears enjoy the sounds of each passing Amtrak and CSX train, and my stomach growls as I think about the sandwiches they are fixing downstairs, and the Baltimore & Ohio Roast Chicken they’re cooking across the street at the Iron Horse Restaurant.
The next time you’re tooling down I-95 between DC and Richmond, get off at Exit 92, head west to Railroad Avenue, turn left and park. Have a meal. Spend a few hours here. Spend a day. I guarantee you will be glad you did.
Hectic and short trip.
Stay classy, San Diego. See you soon!
Things I love about Amtrak: the box of healthy train treats handed out in Business Class on the Pacific Surfliner.
I brought food of my own (a habit I learned in China,) but these goodies are a nice supplement during the 5 hour trip.
Actor/musician Jack Black and his family were aboard as well. Very cool folks and the kids were impeccably behaved.
Aboard at Oxnard. San Diego bound. Window seat. Business Class.
This is the way to travel!
Stopped for a moment in the frigid reaches of northern Montana. Look carefully. See the Chinese restaurant?
Yep. Even here in Shelby. Brilliant.
Side note: I hear this one has now closed. But don’t fret: Kowloon Restaurant on Main Street in Shelby is open every day but Monday.
The West Glacier stop, formerly the Belton Station on the old Great Northern Line. She’s a beauty in the snow.
First fresh air stop of the day. Early. Brisk. But undeniably beautiful.
Was it a box dinner? Yes – we didn’t pick up our dining car until we hooked up with the #8 in Spokane at midnight.
Was it awful? NO! It was phenomenal!
Another score for Amtrak!