It all started with: "Let's just take a leisurely train trip."
It ended up with: "Planes, Trains, Automobiles . . . and a Boat !"
Never ever trust theHansMan when he takes over as a personal travel guide.
I packed less than I've ever packed in my life for what was going to be just a train ride.
It turned out this way:
Amtrak from Grand Junction to Sacramento
Slept on a boat in Sacramento
Flew from Sacramento to Seattle
Amtrak from Seattle to Emeryville
Rental car from Emeryville to San Francisco
Flew from San Francisco to LAX
Flew from LAX to Grand Junction
The train was over TWO hours late getting into Grand Junction, so the part of the trip that would have been so scenic was still scenic, we just couldn't 'seen-ic' it. There were two beds in our sleeper car. The lower bed was a king size bed . . . a queen size bed . . . a full size bed . . . just larger than a twin size bed. The upper bunk was smaller than the lower one, but it did have safety straps that resembled a harness. Guess who strapped herself in that night ? About 2:00ish a.m., the train came to a jolting stop. Actually, it came to three jolting stops. It was at that point I realized what the harness was for and how grateful I was to have used it, otherwise I would have abruptly joined Hans on the bottom bunk. Keep in mind, when one is situated on the top bunk, one does not have a window. So, when I awoke again later ( a couple of times), the train ride seemed so silky smooth.
Me: "Are you awake ?"
Him: "Yes, are you awake ?"
Me: "No, I'm talking in my sleep. Are we moving ?"
Him: "No. We haven't been moving for almost two hours."
Me: "No wonder the ride seemed so silky smooth."
At that point theHansMan entered the itty bitty bathroom. One that you have to go outside to change your mind.
While he was locked in that itty bitty bathroom, the train started to move.
He shouts a big "Finally, we're moving."
To which I replied, "Yes we are. That's the good news. The bad news is we're moving backwards."
We backed all the way to the Salt Lake City Station.
Not sure when he went back to sleep, but there is no memory for me when we finally left the Salt Lake City Station.
And with that, this part of the trip ends . . .