I've taken my first long distance train ride. I visited the folks and friends back home.
I have to say, I'm sold on the train as a means of long distance travel.
It was comfortable, with seats bigger than first class on an airplane. And no one thought you were about to rush the cockpit if you got up to stretch your legs. There were plenty of things to do onboard, as you could use your electronic devices as you wanted to. In fact, there were power outlets at every seat. The food was pretty good overall as well. I spent two nights in a sleeper and that was the most civilized traveling experience I have ever had. I had steak dinners and returned to a compartment folded in to a bed to sleep. I was awakened by a porter and plied with hot coffee on the way to breakfast. I ate French Toast as I covered cornfields at 80. I returned to my compartment to find it made up in to seats, and a local paper waiting. I read while sipping more coffee and being generally content.
It is true I kind of went the long way around. Chicago was a bit out of the way, but it was nice to spend some time wandering the place, running some Portra through my little Olympus XA. The schedule was adhered to by some trains, less so by others (the Zephyr is chronically late), but it offered something in exchange. I got to peek in to the back yards of America, looking as we passed swing sets, town squares, Dairy Dips and VFW halls. Looking down main streets at art deco walk up theaters with marquees proclaiming their names and the movies, and grand old hotels with ornate overhangs and neon signs. I got to see America, this great country we live in. And how wonderful it is when it's being itself, far away from the chain stores, interstates, and sterile airports. A bit of the wonder of travel came back to replace the irritation I always feel taking other means. I was very happy to chase the sunset across the Mississippi river as rural America faded in to the darkness and was gone.
There was security, but it was reasonable, rational security. The typical train rider is almost rabidly anti-TSA. Security is handled by Amtrak's own police department. It was better that real police officers were on the job instead of mall cops. Amtrak PD used dogs instead of multi-million dollar machines. The dogs are far better at detecting explosives and are far cheaper, but no one gets kick backs on them. Plus, there is more metal in a single car than in a 737, and it's hard, tough steel instead of aluminum. You'd need a lot of explosives to blow up a train. And there is little chance of anyone hijacking a train and flying it in to a building.
All in all, it was the first time in more years than I can remember that I've been looking forward to travel, and having fun doing so. I will be using it again in the future. Especially when you consider you can check your bike as luggage and take it with you on the ride. It's tempting to just ride out on the train and bicycle back.
The adventures of an amazingly retro guy who loves steel frame bikes and film cameras.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thanksgiving
I plan a ride to combat the tryptophan coma, and perhaps putting together a pinhole camera this evening.
Happy turkey day to those in the US.
Happy turkey day to those in the US.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The grind
I feel as if I don't have much to say, recently.
All of my miles are commuter ones. To and from work, to and from grocery, to and from random errands. I pass the same places day in and day out.
It's interesting that even things that generally make a ride unpredictable, like weather and traffic, don't even register on my radar anymore. Even passing this corner, with the bakery just up the block, doesn't register. I used to love to smell the cinnamon and nutmeg while I waited for the light here. Now, I'm up off my seat in the big ring trying to make the light, just so the ride is over. Just so I can get there, already.
I still notice the little things. The graffiti, the little inspirational signs all over the place. Random poems on phone poles, sharing space with bids for salvation and eternal life.
I've worn a path in to the pavement, and I need to get off of it, I think. I haven't ridden just for the joy of it in a long time.
I need to fix this. Post haste.
All of my miles are commuter ones. To and from work, to and from grocery, to and from random errands. I pass the same places day in and day out.
It's interesting that even things that generally make a ride unpredictable, like weather and traffic, don't even register on my radar anymore. Even passing this corner, with the bakery just up the block, doesn't register. I used to love to smell the cinnamon and nutmeg while I waited for the light here. Now, I'm up off my seat in the big ring trying to make the light, just so the ride is over. Just so I can get there, already.
I still notice the little things. The graffiti, the little inspirational signs all over the place. Random poems on phone poles, sharing space with bids for salvation and eternal life.
I've worn a path in to the pavement, and I need to get off of it, I think. I haven't ridden just for the joy of it in a long time.
I need to fix this. Post haste.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Long time and all that . . .
I've been away for a bit, working on some other projects, but I think the hiatus is about over.
I've been grinding away at some uninspiring miles- home to work and back with variations in route and such. Nothing off the streets, nothing too interesting. But it has given me time to do some thinking and make some observations. Those shall be forthcoming.
In the mean time, it's coming up on the second snow of the season, and time to ride in the white. Fun times, people!
I've been grinding away at some uninspiring miles- home to work and back with variations in route and such. Nothing off the streets, nothing too interesting. But it has given me time to do some thinking and make some observations. Those shall be forthcoming.
In the mean time, it's coming up on the second snow of the season, and time to ride in the white. Fun times, people!
Saturday, August 27, 2011
The Ancient and Honorable Order of the Squirrels
My girlfriend and I were bored, and looking forward to getting out of Denver for a bit, like we do every weekend. I put together a suggestion list of what to do. When I added one that read "Join the Ancient and Honorable Order of the Squirrels" she laughed and said that had to be what we did.
In order to join, all you have to do is hike up Devil's Head in the Pike National forest, around a mile and a half. Then you clamber up the stairs set in the side of the mountain to the lookout tower. This is the last manned lookout tower in the Pike National Forest. The Ranger lives in a cabin at the base of the tower. He has no running water, but he does have electricity. He hikes out for supplies weekly and stands watch from about 9 am to sunset. Aside from the crowded weekends during the summer, it's a pretty quiet existence. He just waits for smoke, and then uses the 1908 vintage smoke plotter to radio down the mountain and alert the closest fire stations. That, and hand out membership cards to those who have made the pilgrimage and joined the order. I'll have some further pictures when I have time to develop them, later.
There's always something interesting, and off beat, you can find to do in this state. Moving here was a good idea.
In order to join, all you have to do is hike up Devil's Head in the Pike National forest, around a mile and a half. Then you clamber up the stairs set in the side of the mountain to the lookout tower. This is the last manned lookout tower in the Pike National Forest. The Ranger lives in a cabin at the base of the tower. He has no running water, but he does have electricity. He hikes out for supplies weekly and stands watch from about 9 am to sunset. Aside from the crowded weekends during the summer, it's a pretty quiet existence. He just waits for smoke, and then uses the 1908 vintage smoke plotter to radio down the mountain and alert the closest fire stations. That, and hand out membership cards to those who have made the pilgrimage and joined the order. I'll have some further pictures when I have time to develop them, later.
There's always something interesting, and off beat, you can find to do in this state. Moving here was a good idea.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Quest for the Holy Grail
It's sneaking up on me again. The urge to just find some backwood gravel road and ramble for a bit. Somewhere with big sky and rollers. Somewhere without a lot of traffic and people. Maybe somewhere with leaves turning when there's a touch of chill in the air. And if it has a good cheeseburger waiting at the end of it, it'll be perfect.
I feel a bout of map reading and using Google Earth coming on. I'm searching for my Holy Grail.
I feel a bout of map reading and using Google Earth coming on. I'm searching for my Holy Grail.
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