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Train Attendant
My first Amtrak rail journey was a wonderful trip. While there were a few downsides, it was a trip of a lifetime for me and my sister, a check mark on the bucket list.
Empire Chicago to Seattle: The grand beauty that is Union Station is a remarkable and perfect place to start any trip on Amtrak. We arrived by coach bus around 930. We headed directly to the Metropolitan Lounge as we were booked in individual bedrooms. Luggage storage is in a room with racking, just put it and let it be, there is a worker at the desk checking that you are bedroom or roomette passenger. security isn't an issue, but I could see where some have concerns. We were so early, getting rid of luggage and finding breakfast was the priority. We headed north, towards Yolk, a well know breakfast place at the Olgilvey transportation center. I hadn't been there since childhood when it was home to The Chicago and Northwestern and was a worn down but cool former grand station. Well , its modern and basically a 1980's mall. Yuck.
After a nice clear cool fall walk we headed back to the Metropolitan Lounge, the second floor was quite and enjoyable. We headed down and gathered our luggage and was allowed to go down the boarding hallway before the official call to line up. We were second in the "follow me" line, behind a cleaver coach passenger who had somehow got in the line. the next check point was a ticket check with a short wait and then off we went, towards the front of the train, to car 730. Our rooms were A and B, pretty sure it was a super liner 1, with carpeted hall walls and squared off bathrooms in our bedrooms. honestly, it was tired, old, not well cleaned and the windows hadn't been cleaned. I wondered had this car been pressed into service due to the derailment less than a week before on the Empire Builder? Our attendant Marty was outgoing , friendly and a delight. we pulled out exactly on time, 2:15. the announcements about wearing your mask were clear and frequent. I actually liked the tone and words used to convey, "dont make me tell you twice" message. Time flew by that first night and dinner was a great, spot on and just the right amount. Pro tip, using only one bed, I learned that you can jam a towel into the upper bunk latch OR just pull it down slightly , so it "floats" and makes less noise. There was a lot more jostling, jolting and bang noises during the night than I had imagined, but thats life on Amtrak, but I have nothing to compare it with. Breakfast, Lunch and the ride across the great northern plains was uneventful and we settled into life on Amtrak. There were a few Non Maskers who I wanted to slap on the back of the head in the SSL car, but I didn't. HIghtlights of the day were hiking up the hill at the Minot stop to take photos, and passing the site of the EB derailment. We did go a bit slower, but nothing was said or announced, everything was cleaned up , it was stark and remarkable to think about. our attendant would have been on that train, but he had a funeral to attend. There was no muzzle placed on employees , the would answer anything you asked them. Montana is ridiculously big, let me tell you. Fall colors were beginning to appear as we rolled into Glacier National park, but the darkness denied our cameras the full view we wished for. The ride into Seattle was nice, but grey, muted by the large number of homeless living near the tracks. I hadn't realized how the train goes into a huge tunnel before arriving at King Station, that was a cool surprise . I will post the other segments of our trip as replies to this post.
Empire Chicago to Seattle: The grand beauty that is Union Station is a remarkable and perfect place to start any trip on Amtrak. We arrived by coach bus around 930. We headed directly to the Metropolitan Lounge as we were booked in individual bedrooms. Luggage storage is in a room with racking, just put it and let it be, there is a worker at the desk checking that you are bedroom or roomette passenger. security isn't an issue, but I could see where some have concerns. We were so early, getting rid of luggage and finding breakfast was the priority. We headed north, towards Yolk, a well know breakfast place at the Olgilvey transportation center. I hadn't been there since childhood when it was home to The Chicago and Northwestern and was a worn down but cool former grand station. Well , its modern and basically a 1980's mall. Yuck.
After a nice clear cool fall walk we headed back to the Metropolitan Lounge, the second floor was quite and enjoyable. We headed down and gathered our luggage and was allowed to go down the boarding hallway before the official call to line up. We were second in the "follow me" line, behind a cleaver coach passenger who had somehow got in the line. the next check point was a ticket check with a short wait and then off we went, towards the front of the train, to car 730. Our rooms were A and B, pretty sure it was a super liner 1, with carpeted hall walls and squared off bathrooms in our bedrooms. honestly, it was tired, old, not well cleaned and the windows hadn't been cleaned. I wondered had this car been pressed into service due to the derailment less than a week before on the Empire Builder? Our attendant Marty was outgoing , friendly and a delight. we pulled out exactly on time, 2:15. the announcements about wearing your mask were clear and frequent. I actually liked the tone and words used to convey, "dont make me tell you twice" message. Time flew by that first night and dinner was a great, spot on and just the right amount. Pro tip, using only one bed, I learned that you can jam a towel into the upper bunk latch OR just pull it down slightly , so it "floats" and makes less noise. There was a lot more jostling, jolting and bang noises during the night than I had imagined, but thats life on Amtrak, but I have nothing to compare it with. Breakfast, Lunch and the ride across the great northern plains was uneventful and we settled into life on Amtrak. There were a few Non Maskers who I wanted to slap on the back of the head in the SSL car, but I didn't. HIghtlights of the day were hiking up the hill at the Minot stop to take photos, and passing the site of the EB derailment. We did go a bit slower, but nothing was said or announced, everything was cleaned up , it was stark and remarkable to think about. our attendant would have been on that train, but he had a funeral to attend. There was no muzzle placed on employees , the would answer anything you asked them. Montana is ridiculously big, let me tell you. Fall colors were beginning to appear as we rolled into Glacier National park, but the darkness denied our cameras the full view we wished for. The ride into Seattle was nice, but grey, muted by the large number of homeless living near the tracks. I hadn't realized how the train goes into a huge tunnel before arriving at King Station, that was a cool surprise . I will post the other segments of our trip as replies to this post.