Mystic River Dragon
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I just got to Winter Park in Florida, but by the time my vacation ends, I may have forgotten details of the beginning, so I will do the first part of my first trip report now.
My grand adventure started humbly on Saturday--light rail (RiverLine) from my small town to TRE, then SEPTA to Center City Philly, where I stayed overnight. I do that if I'm going on a long train trip in the winter--if we have bad weather, it will be easier to get out of Philly than my small town (plus I get to do an overnight in one of my favorite places!)
On Sunday, I took SEPTA over to 30th Street and checked into the Acela lounge. The lounge attendant was very nice. I had a cup of coffee and talked with a lady who was taking the same train as I was (Silver Star). She is 83 years old and is a journalist for several local papers and has traveled all over the country by train. We had a lively discussion and, between us, had just solved all Amtrak's problems and were starting in on how to save the Phillies when they called us to go down the elevator to the train.
I was in car 9111, room B (I had some vouchers from cancelled trips, so put them together and splurged on a bedroom for the first time ever).
We had a fantastic crew. My SCA was Preston, and Michelle and Claudia were in the dining car. I already knew from reading Amtrak Ink that Preston and Michelle had won service awards. The attendant in the other sleeper was Leo (not the famous veteran, but a very young man who is probably fairly new but who is doing a nice job).
Preston sent me to lunch, and my dining companion was the same very interesting and energetic lady I had been talking with in the lounge. We had a lot in common, because she is a freelance journalist, and I am a semiretired copy editor, so we both love and work with words. My dinner companion was also a nice older lady, but she and I had little in common so stuck to the "Where are you going?" type of conversation. The only boring dining companion I had was this morning at breakfast--I didn't get there till about 8:00, so everyone else was at full tables, and nobody else came in after me, so I had to eat by myself!
After lunch yesterday, Preston showed me how things worked in the bedroom, then I read for a while until we got to Washington, where I got out to see the engine change. I am just learning how to write my train letters and numbers, so please correct me if I have the hyphens in the wrong place in the following information. We were taken to Washington by ACS-64, no. 607, then the rest of the way by two P-42s: no. 148 in the lead and no. 14 in back of it.
I had the turkey meatballs and cheesecake for lunch, the steak and the chocolate dessert for dinner, and an omelet this morning. The food was all excellent, and there were flowers (not real, but still flowers) on all the tables. The dining car was very comfortable--it wasn't new, but it wasn't the oldest of the Heritage cars. It had green seats and green curtains--do any of you know what vintage it would be?
We got to Winter Park just about an hour late, and soon after I checked into my hotel, there was a downpour and the electricity went out. I'm surprised the hotel staff didn't put me on 98 north to get me out of town!
I will write part 2 of my trip report after it is over, but hope you enjoyed part 1.
My grand adventure started humbly on Saturday--light rail (RiverLine) from my small town to TRE, then SEPTA to Center City Philly, where I stayed overnight. I do that if I'm going on a long train trip in the winter--if we have bad weather, it will be easier to get out of Philly than my small town (plus I get to do an overnight in one of my favorite places!)
On Sunday, I took SEPTA over to 30th Street and checked into the Acela lounge. The lounge attendant was very nice. I had a cup of coffee and talked with a lady who was taking the same train as I was (Silver Star). She is 83 years old and is a journalist for several local papers and has traveled all over the country by train. We had a lively discussion and, between us, had just solved all Amtrak's problems and were starting in on how to save the Phillies when they called us to go down the elevator to the train.
I was in car 9111, room B (I had some vouchers from cancelled trips, so put them together and splurged on a bedroom for the first time ever).
We had a fantastic crew. My SCA was Preston, and Michelle and Claudia were in the dining car. I already knew from reading Amtrak Ink that Preston and Michelle had won service awards. The attendant in the other sleeper was Leo (not the famous veteran, but a very young man who is probably fairly new but who is doing a nice job).
Preston sent me to lunch, and my dining companion was the same very interesting and energetic lady I had been talking with in the lounge. We had a lot in common, because she is a freelance journalist, and I am a semiretired copy editor, so we both love and work with words. My dinner companion was also a nice older lady, but she and I had little in common so stuck to the "Where are you going?" type of conversation. The only boring dining companion I had was this morning at breakfast--I didn't get there till about 8:00, so everyone else was at full tables, and nobody else came in after me, so I had to eat by myself!
After lunch yesterday, Preston showed me how things worked in the bedroom, then I read for a while until we got to Washington, where I got out to see the engine change. I am just learning how to write my train letters and numbers, so please correct me if I have the hyphens in the wrong place in the following information. We were taken to Washington by ACS-64, no. 607, then the rest of the way by two P-42s: no. 148 in the lead and no. 14 in back of it.
I had the turkey meatballs and cheesecake for lunch, the steak and the chocolate dessert for dinner, and an omelet this morning. The food was all excellent, and there were flowers (not real, but still flowers) on all the tables. The dining car was very comfortable--it wasn't new, but it wasn't the oldest of the Heritage cars. It had green seats and green curtains--do any of you know what vintage it would be?
We got to Winter Park just about an hour late, and soon after I checked into my hotel, there was a downpour and the electricity went out. I'm surprised the hotel staff didn't put me on 98 north to get me out of town!
I will write part 2 of my trip report after it is over, but hope you enjoyed part 1.