Today* was my second leg on Amtrak. I got on in the middle of the night in Salt Lake, fell fast asleep, woke up to scarf down some breakfast, fell fast asleep again, and woke up in old-west Grand Junction, Colorado. (I suspect I’m going to be angry at my bed tonight in Denver for not rocking me to sleep and occasionally tooting its horn into the night, but I digress.) I woke up in Grand Junction, where we had time to kill, and I was able to get out and wander across the street to see the town as the snow began to fall. This is civilized travel, people. Then, I got back to my compartment, read the complementary newspaper (the super cool thing is, most of the time you get the paper from whatever town the train stops at in the middle of the night), and drank the complementary coffee in the toasty warm.
And that wasn’t even the good part of the day.
The good part of the day was climbing through the winter wonderland of the Rockies, tracking the frozen Colorado winter as the snow fell harder. I watched the scenery go by, with the heat cranked all the way up in my compartment, and periodically napped. (What? Alt Summit wore me out. More on that on Monday afternoon.) It was literally the perfect Saturday, and now I’m watching the lights of Denver appear in a sweeping vista out my window. Take that, every other mode of transportation.
I suspect that this Amtrak habit might get slightly addictive…. More stories to come. (And yes, there will be full picture roundups, once I upload them.)
*When this post goes live, all of this will have taken place yesterday. I didn’t have signal in the mountains, thank goodness.
Pictures from Instagram, where I’m documenting the trip. Follow me on Twitter for more. I’ll do a proper photo round up at some point, never fear.