Stage 2: Chicago to Los Angeles (Day 1: July 10th)
Aware that we had plenty of time before our Southwest Chief No. 3’s departure, we waited for our Lake Shore Limited coach to empty out before detraining.
As we were walking down the platform with our carry-on items, a Red Cap and his cart appeared, looking for stragglers. We were only too glad to have him drive us to the Metropolitan Lounge. Along the way, he picked up another “walker” who was dragging a large suitcase.
When we reached the Metropolitan Lounge, a long line of Amish folk who were apparently traveling as a group were in front of us. (One of them was towing a large cooler on wheels.) When their leader approached the Dragon Lady with their tickets, she shooed them all out, apparently so that she could finish processing the people traveling alone or in pairs.
After being issued our flash passes, we stashed our carry-on item in the shortage room and headed up to the Food Court to get sandwiches from Chic-fil-A. A large group of Amish folk were already there when we arrived. We brought our sandwiches back down to the Lounge for an early lunch. Afterwards, we retrieved our carry-on items and made ourselves comfortable in the Lounge (which wasn’t nearly as chilly as it had been when we were there on June 29th.)
Setting up the laptop, we sent e-mails to the family to let them know that we were in Chicago and to give them a “Cliff Notes” account of how we’d manage to get there in spite of having two trains cancelled out from under us. Afterwards, I worked on this trip report while Pat read.
First boarding call for Southwest Chief came at 2:15 p.m., and we had no problem getting a Red Cap to drive us and our carry-on items to our sleeper.
Arriving on the platform, both we and our driver were surprised to find that both sleepers were at the very end of the train rather than behind the engines.
Our Sleeping Car Attendant was Justin.
This time, our bedroom had the chair that’s supposed to be there. The window looked out from the right or engineer’s side of the train.
Listening on the scanner, we heard the some of the pre-departure tests being conducted: “Number 3 set the brakes.” “OK, release them,” etc.
At 2:53 p.m. we heard, “Highball 3,” and we got underway. By 3:01 p.m. we were departing Chicago at 61 mph.
The Café Car attendant made an announcement that there were a lot of people on the train and that booths must be shared.
At 3:20 p.m. Justin stopped by to brief us on how he would be handling things, since he had a lot of people to deal with.
At about 3:40 p.m., someone radioed the conductor, “What’s with all the Metrolink cars?” (We’d didn’t discover the significance of this question until the next day.)
At 4:05 p.m. someone radioed that the Scouts would have to put their gear in the coach/baggage car.
At 4:29 p.m., Justin stopped by to take our dinner orders. (Once again, we had all our meals delivered to us in our bedroom.)
A radio alarm detector reported that our train had 48 axles, 8 more than our east bound SWC had had. This worked out to two extra cars in the consist, although we hadn’t seen any “private varnish” rail cars when we’d boarded.
Dinner was delivered when requested. This time, Pat tried the Rigatoni Bolognese while I stuck with the Salmon. For dessert, Pat ordered the Chocolate Toffee Mousse while I had a large chocolate chip cookie from a Bob Evans restaurant in Findlay that I’d packed along. Pat had coffee, while I had green tea brewed using a tea bag from a supply tucked away in one of my carry-on bags.
In his videologues showing his trips made onboard Amtrak long-distance trains, travel guru Jeb Brooks recommends bringing prunes along to help make the Amtrak meals more user friendly. We’d forgotten to do this on our east-bound journey but made sure that we had them for the west-bound journey. It’s one of those little things that helps to make the trip even more enjoyable for us.
By 6:40 p.m., we’d crossed the Mississippi River and were in Fort Madison.
Going by the big Sheaffer plant in Fort Madison, we noticed that was closed. We later went on-line and learned that the company had been sold some years ago and that the Fort Madison plant had been shut down in March 2008. Sheaffer pens are now assembled in China with other operations located in Slovakia.
By our calculations, we’d logged in 454 rail miles since leaving Toledo that morning.
At 7:05 p.m., we crossed the Des Moine River and entered Missouri.
Since we’d been awake since 3:00 a.m., after departing from La Plata we rang for Justin and had him make up our beds. (Our bedroom had the new Amtrak blankets, which we found to be of excellent quality.)
Once the beds were made up, we both took showers and called it a night. On our previous trips, we were always sound asleep by the time our train reached Kansas City and this year was no exception.
Aware that we had plenty of time before our Southwest Chief No. 3’s departure, we waited for our Lake Shore Limited coach to empty out before detraining.
As we were walking down the platform with our carry-on items, a Red Cap and his cart appeared, looking for stragglers. We were only too glad to have him drive us to the Metropolitan Lounge. Along the way, he picked up another “walker” who was dragging a large suitcase.
When we reached the Metropolitan Lounge, a long line of Amish folk who were apparently traveling as a group were in front of us. (One of them was towing a large cooler on wheels.) When their leader approached the Dragon Lady with their tickets, she shooed them all out, apparently so that she could finish processing the people traveling alone or in pairs.
After being issued our flash passes, we stashed our carry-on item in the shortage room and headed up to the Food Court to get sandwiches from Chic-fil-A. A large group of Amish folk were already there when we arrived. We brought our sandwiches back down to the Lounge for an early lunch. Afterwards, we retrieved our carry-on items and made ourselves comfortable in the Lounge (which wasn’t nearly as chilly as it had been when we were there on June 29th.)
Setting up the laptop, we sent e-mails to the family to let them know that we were in Chicago and to give them a “Cliff Notes” account of how we’d manage to get there in spite of having two trains cancelled out from under us. Afterwards, I worked on this trip report while Pat read.
First boarding call for Southwest Chief came at 2:15 p.m., and we had no problem getting a Red Cap to drive us and our carry-on items to our sleeper.
Arriving on the platform, both we and our driver were surprised to find that both sleepers were at the very end of the train rather than behind the engines.
Our Sleeping Car Attendant was Justin.
This time, our bedroom had the chair that’s supposed to be there. The window looked out from the right or engineer’s side of the train.
Listening on the scanner, we heard the some of the pre-departure tests being conducted: “Number 3 set the brakes.” “OK, release them,” etc.
At 2:53 p.m. we heard, “Highball 3,” and we got underway. By 3:01 p.m. we were departing Chicago at 61 mph.
The Café Car attendant made an announcement that there were a lot of people on the train and that booths must be shared.
At 3:20 p.m. Justin stopped by to brief us on how he would be handling things, since he had a lot of people to deal with.
At about 3:40 p.m., someone radioed the conductor, “What’s with all the Metrolink cars?” (We’d didn’t discover the significance of this question until the next day.)
At 4:05 p.m. someone radioed that the Scouts would have to put their gear in the coach/baggage car.
At 4:29 p.m., Justin stopped by to take our dinner orders. (Once again, we had all our meals delivered to us in our bedroom.)
A radio alarm detector reported that our train had 48 axles, 8 more than our east bound SWC had had. This worked out to two extra cars in the consist, although we hadn’t seen any “private varnish” rail cars when we’d boarded.
Dinner was delivered when requested. This time, Pat tried the Rigatoni Bolognese while I stuck with the Salmon. For dessert, Pat ordered the Chocolate Toffee Mousse while I had a large chocolate chip cookie from a Bob Evans restaurant in Findlay that I’d packed along. Pat had coffee, while I had green tea brewed using a tea bag from a supply tucked away in one of my carry-on bags.
In his videologues showing his trips made onboard Amtrak long-distance trains, travel guru Jeb Brooks recommends bringing prunes along to help make the Amtrak meals more user friendly. We’d forgotten to do this on our east-bound journey but made sure that we had them for the west-bound journey. It’s one of those little things that helps to make the trip even more enjoyable for us.
By 6:40 p.m., we’d crossed the Mississippi River and were in Fort Madison.
Going by the big Sheaffer plant in Fort Madison, we noticed that was closed. We later went on-line and learned that the company had been sold some years ago and that the Fort Madison plant had been shut down in March 2008. Sheaffer pens are now assembled in China with other operations located in Slovakia.
By our calculations, we’d logged in 454 rail miles since leaving Toledo that morning.
At 7:05 p.m., we crossed the Des Moine River and entered Missouri.
Since we’d been awake since 3:00 a.m., after departing from La Plata we rang for Justin and had him make up our beds. (Our bedroom had the new Amtrak blankets, which we found to be of excellent quality.)
Once the beds were made up, we both took showers and called it a night. On our previous trips, we were always sound asleep by the time our train reached Kansas City and this year was no exception.
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