I should mention that the group spent much of the trip in the PPC. I recognized the attendant from previous trips, but didn't catch his name. Nancy was the LSA in the dining car, and she was friendly and organized as usual. Our SCA John was probably the youngest member of the OBS, but he was quite helpful and competent. I also recognized Annie from the cafe car, since her raspy voice and long-winded announcements make her memorable. (Although she was downright taciturn compared to the crew on 14 the next day!)
Once in Metrolink territory, we had to wait for several commuter trains. But we arrived in LA only a few minutes down. So we had plenty of time to walk over to the Metro Plaza for a short night's rest.
I hadn't stayed at the Metro Plaza before, and found it to be comfortable, but I was not happy with being asked to sign a credit card receipt with no amounts filled in. I realize that hotels need a way to cover incidentals, but I suspect that such a procedure may be against credit card company rules. (I haven't called to find out yet.) I came to an agreement with the desk clerks, but not before more drama than I cared for. And ironically, I got a call the next night that another of my cards had been used fraudulently, so I don't think I was being overly paranoid.
Tuesday, March 26. The group had to split up, since a couple of folks had to fly home to go to work. Anderson was spending a day or so in LA, then would be training east. So I was the only one to board 14, which, not surprisingly, was the same consist that we'd arrived in the previous night. I settled into sleeping car 1430, again, a very nicely renovated Superliner I, and made my way to PPC Sonoma Valley. We left LAX on time under cloudy, foggy skies, but the weather cleared up by the time we got to Santa Barbara.
Let's face it: the Tehachapi Loop is cool (especially for railfans), and the mountains themselves have some beautiful scenery, but the inland route can't match the coast for natural beauty. There was quite a bit of surf, but the skies were clear, the water was green, and the PPC seats were comfy. What more could one want?
Dessert with ocean view from the Pacific Parlour Car at Carpinteria.
I had a wonderful conversation with a couple from Montana: his business card proclaims him a "Ferroequinologist," and his wife presides over their own private caboose, complete with 40 feet of track! So while the trip back was familiar, it was certainly not boring
Moonlight over Gilroy.