After I had killed
some time waiting in Seattle, I left with the eastbound Empire Builder on time at 4:45
p.m. I had reserved the same room number (12, lower level, beneath the stairs) on this
Superliner train as I had on my westbound Empire Builder train to Portland. While the car
seemed too warm when I entered, the car got increasingly colder such that I was wearing my
winter coat by the time we got back to Chicago. Still, I'd prefer the car to be too cold
rather than too warm. At least when it's cold you can bundle up, but when it's hot you
just have to stew in it.Early on in the trip, some guys in one of the back rooms on the
lower level took all the ice from upstairs. Normally a Superliner sleeping car will have a
cooler with ice in it that all the passengers in the sleepers can use for drinks. This
cooler is usually located near the stairs on the upper level. These guys took all the ice
to fill up their cooler. It wasn't really considerate of them, but I didn't mind.
Sometimes you wind up with no ice in the car anyway for other reasons, and it takes a lot
more than that to bother me. Later on our attendant got some more ice, but she complained
that there was already a shortage of ice on the train and there wasn't much to go around.
We all lived.
The two North Dakota guys were interesting to listen to, though. I thought they sounded
like Norm MacDonald. They got on in Washington and got off at different stops in North
Dakota. Like many people who use the "long-distance" trains, they didn't take an
Amtrak train route from endpoint to endpoint. Although I enjoy doing just that (travelling
from one end of a route to the other), I see many, many people at these dozens of stops in
between getting on and off, at all hours day and night. People who say Amtrak is
"running trains that nobody rides to cities nobody wants to travel between" are
just wrong. I suggest they actually ride a train like the Zephyr or the Empire Builder to
see this for themselves.
I had a few breakfasts in the dining car. As with the last trip, my meals were always
with people I had not met before, and almost always these other people did not know one
another either. The french toast was never bad. The first evening on the train I was still
stuffed from my huge meal at the Ocean City restaurant in Seattle so I skipped dinner. The
second evening I went for something simple from the snack bar. I chose an Italian sandwich
that I didn't think was very good. It was a packaged sandwich like from a vending
machine or convenience store, cut diagonally in half. There weren't a lot of good options
in the snack bar this time. The burger, which I had tried on my westbound EB trip and
found to be pretty good, was not available. And I shuddered at the thought of the
"bratwurst" again. (The "bratwurst" also had not been bad, but it was
definitely something other than bratwurst. Could have been meat, could have been cake...)
On the train I met an interesting woman who was in the same sleeping car-- room 13, I
think. She was at the beginning of a giant rail trip all over the country, starting from
Seattle. She had not been on a train for several decades, and this was her first Amtrak
trip. I was impressed with how prepared she was. She had compiled information from several
sources, showing all the stops and little things to see at and between the stops. This
information was organized into a little day planner binder that took half-sheets of
printed material. The information was always sorted by the direction she would be
travelling. When I asked her what she thought of Amtrak travel so far, she said she was
really happy. I'll have to find out from her what she thought of the entire experience
after she gets back home in April.
The Superliner sleeping cars have a shower on the lower level, near the toilets. When I
try the shower, I usually do it in the early afternoon when there's no demand for it. On
some of my trips there were people standing around in the morning waiting for the single
shower, but on other trips (like this one) nobody else seems interested. Almost anything
you do on a train is a little different from normal, and the shower certainly takes some
getting used to. But it's always worth it and I end up feeling more or less like a human
being again after a shower on the train.
As always, I enjoyed the trip. We arrived at almost every stop early or on time, and we
arrived in Chicago a few minutes early. I grabbed a cab outside Union Station on Canal
street and took a ride to the South Shore station on Van Buren. I was able to make the
4:01 p.m. South Shore train back to the Dune Park station in Indiana. Jack the Cat was at
home, waiting for some serious attention...