Why taking the train is the only way to fly

Over the last three weeks my BF Dick and I have traveled a lot. We’ve traveled by plane and train across the U.S. and by automobile on shorter trips in the eastern part of the country.

Our trips

  • By car to a town in Maryland near Washington, DC where I competed in a Toastmasters’ Humorous Speech Contest. And won;
  • By car to Albany for my BF’s college reunion, stopping to visit relatives in New Jersey;
  • Dick went by airplane to a conference in Phoenix and then on to San Francisco to participate in a study of aging pilots, and I  flew to San Francisco to meet him.
  • By Amtrak train on the legendary California Zephyr from San Francisco through the Sierra Nevada and across the Rockies to Chicago and on the Capital Limited to Washington, D.C .

Our observations

Travel by commercial airliners is becoming more and more burdensome, uncomfortable, and uncivilized

For me, it’s a bunch of things: long lines, the need to remove my shoes and take my laptop out of its carrying case; the airplanes packed with passengers, many intruding into  my personal space; the lack of real food, and the delays which require me to race breathlessly to the gate for a connecting flight, schlepping a heavy non-wheeled carry-on as well as I can.

Travel by train offers spectacular scenery, congenial company, and flavorful food

The U.S, particularly in the west, is a huge, spectacularly scenic country with much open uninhabited or barely inhabited areas. On Amtrak trains, meals are served in a dining car with community dining, being seated at a table with one or two other people.

There is a choice of meals, and those who served us were friendly, personable, and helpful. If the train is not so crowded, diners can sit and talk and drink endless cups of coffee as Dick and I and those at our table did several times on our trip.

Our companions

We met many people and heard many stories along the way, and despite the fact that we arrived back home on Election Day (We voted early before beginning our travels), there was no discussion of contentious, polarizing issues so prevalent in the newspapers and on TV for much of the year. The people with whom we dined were mostly over 50 and talked mostly about their children and grandchildren, their work, and their health. Some stories:

Barbara: On the first leg of my airplane trip to San Francisco, I sat next to a woman flying home to Utah. We fell easily into conversation, and talked at length about the great increase in diabetes in the US over the past 15 or 20 years. Barbara told me about a family member who is very obese, had gastric bypass surgery, lost only 40 pounds, and now eats as if she’s trying to regain what little weight she lost.

Julia: On the train Dick and I talked to a grandmother from California, whose first grandchild was born when she was only 38.  Julia had home-schooled children and worked in an after-school program, and her son had asked her to home-school his son Michael. The two were on the trip of a lifetime to teach Michael about early U.S. history. They were headed to Monticello, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C., Boston, and Quincy, Massachusetts.

We talked over our meal for a long, long time. Finally, Michael, yawning, excused himself to go to the roomette to sleep. The three of us stayed for quite a while, talking and drinking coffee. Suddenly Michael reappeared, asking “Is it too late for desert?” It wasn’t, and one of our servers joined in the conversation as we swapped stories until we all retired for the night.

William: He was a quiet man going home to Florida. William alluded to life changes when we started to talk. He mentioned having been diagnosed and treated for cancer. As he talked, it occurred to me that William’s wife must have died rather recently and that he was grieving her death and was not ready to talk about it. His mood lifted visibly, though, when he told us about his two grandsons, especially the youngest one.

Dick says that nowadays trains are the only way to fly, and I agree. What do you think? Any travel stories to share–the good, the bad, or the really awful? Any travel tips? Sharing your story may help others or just make you feel a little better. 

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  • Madeleine Kolb 11/09/2010, 4:13 pm

    It is a wonderful experience, and–with all the escalating security checks at airports–train travel looks better all the time. A current Adtrak ad says, “You don’t have to take your shoes off, unless you want to.”

    I hope your dream to ride cross-country comes true before long!

  • Adena Atkins 11/09/2010, 2:08 pm

    Hi Madeleine,

    I have only made short trips via train but it is by far my favorite way to travel. I am under the impression that trains cause less greenhouse gas emissions as well.

    One of my dreams is to ride cross-country.
    .-= Adena Atkins´s last blog ..Hemingway on Writing =-.

  • Madeleine Kolb 11/08/2010, 8:08 pm

    You’re right, Lynne. There are some trade-offs, but any food is better than those tiny packets of peanuts you get on airplanes these days. And, my BF gallantly took the upper bunk, so I didn’t have that to deal with. All the staff on the train were congenial and helpful. Sunday was Halloween, and one attendant wore a vampire costume. It turned out that she’d been to Romania as had Dick, and they compared notes about that. All in all, it was a terrific and relaxing get-away.

  • Lynne Spreen 11/08/2010, 5:13 pm

    I love the whole idea of trains – when I was little, Mom and us four kids used to take the Union Pacific all the way to North Dakota every few years. I’ve taken the Amtrak from LA (Union Station) to Bend, Oregon several times, and stayed in both the smallest and the bigger sleepers. But it would take a bit of talking to get me back on it. For one thing, it’s so slow. The food is Park Service grade and it’s only available during certain hours. The staff can be surly. In the morning you wake up and go to the view car and people are sleeping all over the floors. And there’s no way I’m climbing up in that dang upper bunk ever again.
    It’s so mesmerizing! To travel a roadbed you’ve rarely seen (like going north of Santa Barbara thru Vandenberg AFB); to get the Parlor Car; to go to your sleeper at night in a remote part of northern Calif and hear the train pick up speed and the cute young male conductor sing out, “Oh, yeah, we cookin’ now, baby!”, to fall into conversation with nice people, to step out on a platform for a breath of fresh air at a stop, to take a nap, stretch out your legs, that every chair, even the crappiest, is as good as first class on an airplane, the fact that getting on the train they don’t treat you like the next Underwear Bomber…
    Well, you MIGHT get me on it again!
    If you bring your own snacks, booze, iPod, Kindle, books, camera, etc.,