Trip Report : We Make it to Denver
Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniWhen last we saw our Intrepid Travelers, they had just boarded the California Zephyr at Chicago. We rejoin them at dinner, where they are deep in conversation with a lady who was part of a family convergence upon the Elder Son, who was spending the winter as a Ski Bum, and working three part time jobs to support his art. Our other tablemate was a gentleman whose son had raced bicycles for a decade before deciding it was time to find a new craft. He settled on metal working, now owns his own business, and is doing verywellthankyou. His dad was visibly proud, and recommended to the lady with the Ski Bum son to just give him his head, he'd settle down soon and surprise everybody. She seemed to take this to heart.
After dinner, we retired to our cabin to read. Our steward, Reggie, fell in love with my Lightwedge, he being a man who apparently adores his technology.
We slept well, and woke up early (horrifying Reggie, who also likes his sleep). We hit the dining room for the early breakfast, secure in the knowledge that the Zephyr is always late coming into Denver. Our companion was a young man traveling to a farming gig in California, who had, as an undergraduate, discovered a new sort of South American pepper. We were having a leisurely, half-awake conversation when it suddenly came to our attention that we had entered the Denver city limits. Yes, sports fans, the train was early.
We said hasty farewells, scrambled to our cabin, collected our stuff and off-loaded in good order onto a coolish early morning platform. The Ski Bum Mom had joyously located another family member. I didn't know that grown women actually stood ten feet away from each other in public places, squeeeeeeeeing and quivering in joy. Maybe it's a Denver thing.
Inside the train station, which is in the process of a much-needed upgrade, we were met, eventually, by the intrepid and courageous Terry Adams, who had volunteered to pick us up and drive us to the alpine hamlet of Colorado Springs. We collected our checked-through luggage, collected the car and got on the road.
After dinner, we retired to our cabin to read. Our steward, Reggie, fell in love with my Lightwedge, he being a man who apparently adores his technology.
We slept well, and woke up early (horrifying Reggie, who also likes his sleep). We hit the dining room for the early breakfast, secure in the knowledge that the Zephyr is always late coming into Denver. Our companion was a young man traveling to a farming gig in California, who had, as an undergraduate, discovered a new sort of South American pepper. We were having a leisurely, half-awake conversation when it suddenly came to our attention that we had entered the Denver city limits. Yes, sports fans, the train was early.
We said hasty farewells, scrambled to our cabin, collected our stuff and off-loaded in good order onto a coolish early morning platform. The Ski Bum Mom had joyously located another family member. I didn't know that grown women actually stood ten feet away from each other in public places, squeeeeeeeeing and quivering in joy. Maybe it's a Denver thing.
Inside the train station, which is in the process of a much-needed upgrade, we were met, eventually, by the intrepid and courageous Terry Adams, who had volunteered to pick us up and drive us to the alpine hamlet of Colorado Springs. We collected our checked-through luggage, collected the car and got on the road.
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Date: 2006-02-03 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 12:29 pm (UTC)Nope. See it in Texas, too.
Just loping through old posts. I need to find the time to return to trains. Your travel is much more fun than mine...