Taking the train sounds so romantic and low stress. What could be better than rolling along toward my destination without the stress of having to drive? Three times in the past year I have succumbed to the lure of riding the rails, and three times I have had less than optimal experiences getting from Point A to Point B.
As I write this, I’m sitting somewhere north of Everett, WA, in an Amtrak dining car that is decidedly not rolling along the tracks to anywhere. I fear that soon they will back us up to the Everett station and make us get on one of the dreaded Amtrak buses. I always laugh when I see these buses on the freeway, chuckling to myself about the suckers who thought they were going for a train ride and ended up going greyhound against their will. Yeah. Who’s the sucker now? Why have I not learned my lesson?
Evidently someone raised a drawbridge that won’t go back down. We are waiting for an engineer to be pulled away from his leftover turkey dinner into the cold and frosty night, and, do what? Hand crank the bridge back into place? I can only imagine. Frankly, I have little faith that I will get home before midnight. Just like last Thanksgiving.
Last year, I made my train reservations for the Thanksgiving weekend a month in advance, but when it came time to board the train bound for Portland, I found myself instead getting on the dreaded bus because a landslide had covered the tracks. We were able to board the actual train in Everett and resumed making our way south without incident. When it came time to make the return trip, all seemed solid. We (and by we I mean myself, my mother, my then wife) got on the train at Portland’s Union Station and chugged our way successfully to King Street Station in Seattle. The wife disembarked to go to her apartment (she lives in Seattle during the week for work) and Mother and I remained on the train. And remained. And remained.
An hour passed and still we sat, unmoving. Evidently while we had been waiting for passengers to board in Seattle, another mudslide had covered the tracks. Mom needed to get only to Edmonds where she could catch a ferry back to her home in the rainforest. So, Amtrak put her in a taxi and sent her on her way. I continued to wait. Before Mother had left, she made friends with the drunk couple in the seat in front of us and they continued to slur their words in my direction. I left them for the dining car where I could stew about the delay in some peace and with a beer to call my own.
Eventually, Amtrak put all of the Vancouver BC passengers on a bus and sent them on their way, but still those of us destined for Skagit and Whatcom County languished while the powers that be tried to decide our fate. The buses finally arrived, four hours later, but because their drivers had reached their maximum hours on the road for the day, we could only get as far north as Everett, a good hour from home. We had to change buses again before we could finally head north again. When I got home around 1 a.m., my pre-arranged ride home had long abandoned me (I totally understood, btw). I pondered walking home bumping my suitcase behind me, but another friend took pity on me and came to my rescue.
So why, why, why did I book tickets on Amtrak again this year? The only explanation I have is that I can think of few things I hate more than the drive to Portland on Thanksgiving weekend, even though I love my brother and his family dearly. That, and I’ve had some seriously bad luck with traffic cops lately. Plus I have homework to do and what better way to get it done than by being trapped in a train car for seven hours? Driving anywhere on I-5 between Bellingham and Portland becomes more untenable each year. I’ve watched my hair turn gray and my arteries harden while sitting in traffic south of Tacoma.
So, here I sit. I have only myself to blame. But, I do have friends who travel by train regularly and they NEVER have these issues. Why am I three for three? Some lady is in need of medicine and another dude cannot believe that his debit card won’t work in the dining car. He really wants beer, and, evidently, his debit card worked fine on the morning’s southbound train. He’s been telling us all about it for a good 45 minutes now. I’m this close to taking up a collection to buy him a damn beer if it’ll shut him up already. I’d buy it myself if it wasn’t $7.25. I mean, really? Is this anywhere nearly as fun as a baseball game? If the beer is that expensive, there should at least be garlic fries. Where are the garlic fries?
At least I left my car in the long-term parking lot so I don’t have to get any friends out of bed in the middle of the night. And, even though the conductor announced that the wifi router is broken, my computer is still connected to the Internets. So that’s something, right?
Oh, look! We’re moving! I sure hope that bridge inspector knows his stuff.
8 thoughts on “The Little Engine that Couldn’t: Thanksgiving Misadventures, Amtrak, and Me”
Hope you are still moving north. Patriots lost in OT. It’s only football..
Oh no! Well, at least the ‘hawks won today so all is not lost. And yes, it is just football. In the grand scheme of things, not life changing. We’re moving still. Now north of Stanwood. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. xo
I often think it would be nice to take the train to Portland or even Seattle but never act on it. You bolster my hesitation.
I hate to ruin anyone’s fantasies about riding alternative transportation. I’ve just had a run of bad luck. Like I said, I know several folks who ride all the time and never have issues (or are quiet about any issues they may have!). Thanks for reading!
I’ve taken the train on two long distance trips, and neither went well. The only other train trip ice done was from Seattle to Albany Oregon (about 90 min south of Portland) and it was the only one that wasn’t delayed an absurd amount of time. Despite that (and the ridiculously expensive beer), I still prefer it to flying.
I’ve never considered trains over flying–I just never seem to have that much time, but there’s something to be said about the leg room and ability to move around while enroute. Thanks for reading!
The woes of travel! Very funny! Not as bad as last year, I take it. But a close second, yes? XXOO L Laura Kalpakian Author of Three Strange Angels and The Music Room email@example.com laurakalpakian.com Facebook // Twitter >
Not nearly as bad as last year, AND I learned from last year that I should park my car in long term parking so I don’t have to make any of my friends come get me in the middle of the night! Made it home and to bed by 11, so not a complete debacle. Got a good blog written while we sat there 🙂