If anybody has the Secret Amtrak Complaint Line and wants to help me return the headache for some dudes running a dining car with unnecessary police vibes, let me know!
@Brad_Rosenheim Yeah. I mean, I feel for the folks trying to make these trains run within a system designed to kill them. But seems like the one thing they can still offer that planes can’t is a sense of gracious ease. If Amtrak’s not a relaxing luxury, what is it?
Amtrak with a family has a lot going for it. Observation car is where it’s at. My advice: pack lots of your own food, bring things to help you sleep comfortably, fully expect it to be 0-12 hours late, and embrace the idle time!
@inthehands@MichaelPorter My last great train adventure was pre-kids. I went to a conference in San Francisco from New Orleans. I had a roomette on the way out, but if I had it on the way back it would have been more expensive than a plane ticket and my university would not have allowed it. Everything went without a hitch, but the train only ran three times a week, so don't miss it! We left on a Wednesday at noon and I arrived in San Francisco near midnight Sunday morning (Saturday night). Coming back, I had to overnight in Los Angeles and meals were not included with a first class ticket. Overall it added 7 days of travel to a 5 day conference, which is why I haven't done since kids were born. Maybe next time I will go with them - they are old enough now!
Lots didn't have police vibes, it just didn't have a diving car at all. After our evening flight, at dinner time. That messed with our plans. Glad I had a bag of nuts to share with family until we got to destination
In other news, neighbors inform us that golf-ball-sized hail shattered one of the storm windows on our house back in Minneapolis. This train ride has been a real roller coaster (mercifully only in the figurative sense…so far).
Traveling by plane in the US, the dominant feeling is •extraction•. You can just feel the distant MBAs spending untold sums to squeeze every last drop of blood out of you.
Traveling by train, the dominant feeling is •disinvestment•. It’s not efficient. It’s barely functioning. The crew is always teetering on the edge of social-emotional breakdown trying to hold the operation together within a system designed to destroy it.
UPDATE: The crew appear to have started speaking to each other, and have a tight pizza operation up and running like they’re a WWII submarine crew. WE HAVE PIZZA. It is entirely edible.
The pizza is all served on single-use Amtrak-branded plastic plates. Snack Car Hero Lady informs me this is a COVID countermeasure. Me: ?!? Her: Because less touching the plates. Me: ??!??!? Her: Yup
In the meantime, we’re in a crowded coach car with what appears to be at best light external ventilation. (We are the weirdos wearing masks here, of course)
@inthehands the storm was sudden and lots of heavy rain here on Bde Maka Ska. Only a little hail here though, I guess we got lucky. Sounds like an amazing train journey!
Here's a photo of the clouds reflecting the sunset over Lake of the Isles tonight to remind you of home:
@skry Definitely no open windows allowed on the cross-country lines. Honestly I’d feel fine about I if I knew what the ACH rate in these cars is like. Not nearly as crowded us a plane or bus — but if they’re recirculating the air…
The observation car here is utterly frigid, though still approximately 2000 degrees warmer than my parents’ sleeper car. This may explain where the snack car’s refrigeration went.
My mother is surviving these frigid conditions thanks to a truly superb personal space heater. The space heater also happens to be the trainbow photographer: my daughter
The boaters and rafters in this area frequently observe a custom with passing Amtraks that has earned this stretch of the Colorado the nickname “Moon River”
New crew, new conductor full of chipper commentary, and suddenly it’s a whole different train ride. The petty authoritarians may come and go, but the train will outlast them all.
Looking out the ceiling window of the observation car, s t r a i g h t u p the walls of the canyon. Dizzying.
Looking out the other side of the train, across the canyon, there is scale, context. But here, we can hardly see left or right — only straight up. Every few feet bring a new world.
My daughter became obsessed with capturing The Moon (see upthread) in slo-mo video. We warned her it’s late in the day and besides the train had probably already passed that area, but she remained glued to the window, hawklike, and it was as if her tenacity willed The Moon back into existence.
Watching trend of scheduled vs actual times for each stop, playing playing Lyft roulette with our scheduled pickup time. If only I were a real statistician…
Off the train, on the road home. Farewell to our new train friends:
Darren, it sucks that Yellow went under. You deserved better after all those years. Good luck with wherever life takes you next. I know you will rise to meet it.
Marta, good luck recording the new Pure Hex album. It’s going to be worth all the sweat and tears, and kick ass.
Gabby, thanks for what you do with the kids in your autism classroom. They deserve the best, and that’s what you are.
Overconfident 18ish-yo dude holding forth on how European art is religion but Native American art is merely decorative because they never had a Renaissance or some such shit, I’m sorry I could hear you. You are very loud. I hope you acquire a sense of the limits of your own knowledge — or, that failing, an indoor voice.
Softspoken person reading Louis Erdrich next to me, I hope you find the paths you’re looking for from Illinois back to your sister and your mountains.
Snack Car Hero Lady, thanks for being defiantly, brazenly human in the face of corporate process and travel circumstance. You made a whole bunch of people’s days.
Denizens of Moon River, thank you for the warm welcome. Your asses are special, each and every one.
P.S. The new Pure Hex album is indeed really good: https://purehex.bandcamp.com/album/still-dark And I never would have learned about this little shoegazing treasure if it weren’t for the train!