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Trip Report, Days One and Two
Friday, January 27th, 2006 03:27 pm...in which we catch one train, and then another.
We left the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory around 8:15 a.m. on Sunday, January 15, in the midst of Mixed Precipitation. The rumor from the Weather Folken was that these conditions would lessen as we left Maine. So much for the precog abilities of the Weather Folken.
The drive to Albany-Rensselaer was ...exciting. We were in greater or lesser degrees of mostly-snow with Truly Impressive Winds(tm) until just before we crossed the river into Rensselaer, whereupon we found ourselves driving overunderthrough a wedding cake of bridges and off-ramps, with the sun full in our eyes. An experience, in short, to be missed whenever possible.
Despite all of the above, we arrived at the train station considerably early. I posted to my LJ via Sabu, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel unshipped his Big, Bad Toshiba to do the same.
The Lakeshore Limited to Chicago was only slightly late, and we sat down to dinner around 8 p.m. with a retired gentleman from Buffalo, who was returning home after an extended visit with friends in Boston. We compared cities, restaurants, traffic, and precipitation.
Dinner over, we retired. I didn't sleep as well as I often do on trains -- leftover adrenaline, perhaps -- and woke from uneasy dreams in time to attendkinzel at breakfast, and then back to our seats to stare out the window at the passing country-side, which is what we do on trains, mostly.
Particularly striking was the almost-total lack of snow. It was more than a little eerie, to be perfectly truthful. Some of the trees, apparently believing that winter had done her worst, were putting out buds, and whole stretches of grass and/or field were positively green. We saw not one, not two, but manymany Creatures-that-eat-grass-by-the-side-of-the-road (except most of those we saw were rooting around in fields). To the best of my knowledge, these little guys are winter-sleepers, but they, like the trees, had been convinced that winter was over. I thought about them, a few days later -- but, there! -- won't do to get ahead of my story.
The train was a bit late getting in, but nothing to signify; we still had plenty of time to visit 65 and stock up on egg drop soup and dim sum. Our connecting train, the California Zephyr, originates at Chicago, and was thus on time. We boarded at 1:50 p.m. and were soon on our way to the brilliant city of Denver.
Stay tuned...
We left the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory around 8:15 a.m. on Sunday, January 15, in the midst of Mixed Precipitation. The rumor from the Weather Folken was that these conditions would lessen as we left Maine. So much for the precog abilities of the Weather Folken.
The drive to Albany-Rensselaer was ...exciting. We were in greater or lesser degrees of mostly-snow with Truly Impressive Winds(tm) until just before we crossed the river into Rensselaer, whereupon we found ourselves driving overunderthrough a wedding cake of bridges and off-ramps, with the sun full in our eyes. An experience, in short, to be missed whenever possible.
Despite all of the above, we arrived at the train station considerably early. I posted to my LJ via Sabu, and
kinzel unshipped his Big, Bad Toshiba to do the same.The Lakeshore Limited to Chicago was only slightly late, and we sat down to dinner around 8 p.m. with a retired gentleman from Buffalo, who was returning home after an extended visit with friends in Boston. We compared cities, restaurants, traffic, and precipitation.
Dinner over, we retired. I didn't sleep as well as I often do on trains -- leftover adrenaline, perhaps -- and woke from uneasy dreams in time to attend
kinzel at breakfast, and then back to our seats to stare out the window at the passing country-side, which is what we do on trains, mostly.Particularly striking was the almost-total lack of snow. It was more than a little eerie, to be perfectly truthful. Some of the trees, apparently believing that winter had done her worst, were putting out buds, and whole stretches of grass and/or field were positively green. We saw not one, not two, but manymany Creatures-that-eat-grass-by-the-side-of-the-road (except most of those we saw were rooting around in fields). To the best of my knowledge, these little guys are winter-sleepers, but they, like the trees, had been convinced that winter was over. I thought about them, a few days later -- but, there! -- won't do to get ahead of my story.
The train was a bit late getting in, but nothing to signify; we still had plenty of time to visit 65 and stock up on egg drop soup and dim sum. Our connecting train, the California Zephyr, originates at Chicago, and was thus on time. We boarded at 1:50 p.m. and were soon on our way to the brilliant city of Denver.
Stay tuned...
