Sunday, April 20, 2008

Grand Canyon Day 1, Part 3: Off to Chicago

9:05 a.m. How simple is this? Faster than we could even store our luggage about our seat, the train's off and running. That's because it's no big deal to be standing in the aisle of a moving train - no burst of acceleration, no turns, no potholes. For that matter, no safety lecture, no signs prohibiting electronic devices, no seatbelts. On the other hand, there's no drink service, and planes usually don't pull off onto a side track (so that's where the term came from!) so that a plane coming in the other direction can pass it.

Electronic outlets - bonus! DVD's for everyone!

The seats are four across with an aisle in the middle. Plenty of width, elbows can hang at side comfortably without touching the arm rests.

Sights you'd never see otherwise: Roads that go nowhere. A variety of whistle-stop towns that probably exist because of the railroad. People sleeping double-wise across two train seats. A quarry some ten stories deep, like a little Tonka village, near Joliet.

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