{"id":44246,"date":"2017-09-23T11:30:19","date_gmt":"2017-09-23T11:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.biphoo.com\/bipnews\/?p=44246"},"modified":"2017-09-23T11:30:19","modified_gmt":"2017-09-23T11:30:19","slug":"four-trains-can-carry-coast-coast-final-prize-awaits-vast-beauty-west","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biphoo.com\/bipnews\/travel\/four-trains-can-carry-coast-coast-final-prize-awaits-vast-beauty-west.html","title":{"rendered":"These four trains can carry you from coast to coast, where the final prize awaits: the vast beauty of the West"},"content":{"rendered":"

These four trains can carry you from coast to coast, where the final prize awaits: the vast beauty of the West<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n

These four trains can carry you from coast to coast, where the final prize awaits: the vast beauty of the West:-On the morning of Aug. 12, my wife, Laurel, and I were in New York City\u2019s Penn Station awaiting Amtrak\u2019s Northeast Regional No. 141 to take us to Washington, D.C.<\/span><\/p>\n

This would be the first leg of a 3,447-mile, four-train odyssey to Seattle \u2014 in the other Washington \u2014 and it would offer a window into Amtrak\u2019s pleasures and problems.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a lifelong train buff, and Laurel and I have ridden the rails in every state. I love the feeling of being on a train, the rumble and roar that seem to aid woolgathering, and I never tire of staring out the window, no matter the scenery.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here are some of the things we saw, outside and inside:<\/span><\/p>\n

Northeast Regional<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We pulled out at 9:38 a.m., just three minutes late, and arrived in Washington on time at 1:05 p.m.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the three types of trains we would ride, this one was plain vanilla. The coaches were standard-issue Amfleet cars with undersized windows used throughout the East.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though 40 years old, the cars are well made and, after refurbishing, look and ride just fine. There was ample leg room even in coach, so we skipped the upgrade to business class.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had ridden this route, not Amtrak\u2019s most scenic, countless times, and I always watch for certain landmarks: the \u201cTrenton Makes, the World Takes\u201d sign on a highway bridge over the Delaware River, the college boathouses that line the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia, and the spiffy little town of Havre de Grace, Md.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Washington\u2019s Union Station, we ate fried oysters at the Thunder Grill in the station\u2019s soaring marble Main Hall. We had time for a short visit to the National Postal Museum, a favorite that\u2019s free and right across the street from the station.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the station\u2019s ClubAcela (a lounge for sleeping-car and first-class passengers on Acela trains that run between Boston and Washington), we made our dinner reservation.<\/span><\/p>\n

That meant that when we settled into our bedroom on the Chicago-bound Capitol Limited, we knew we would be dining at 7 p.m., our preferred time. (Dinner on overnight trains is by reservation. Breakfast and lunch are first come, first served, with waiting lists once the diner fills. Meals are included in the tab for sleeping-car passengers.)<\/span><\/p>\n

Capitol Limited<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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The Capitol Limited is equipped with double-deck Superliner cars, the oldest of which date from October 1979. In the East only the Capitol and Virginia-Florida Auto Train use the cars (they don\u2019t fit in the tunnels into New York City), but the overnight trains in the West generally do, so we would encounter them again in Chicago when we boarded the Empire Builder for Portland.<\/span><\/p>\n

Aging equipment is an Amtrak woe, but our sleeper on the Capitol was spruce: freshly reupholstered, nicks and scrapes minimal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our bedroom, the premier sleeping accommodation, had a sofa and facing chair with a table between by day, upper and oversize lower berths by night, a sink and an annex with toilet and shower.<\/span><\/p>\n

The train was still in suburban Washington when we secured seats in the Sightseer Lounge. It\u2019s open to all passengers, so it\u2019s an attractive option, which means seats can be hard to get.<\/span><\/p>\n

These lounges are bright, spacious and inviting, with high, broad windows and skylights. I knew the pre-dinner scenery would be good: the Potomac River; the mostly dry Chesapeake & Ohio Canal, its towpath now a hiking trail; and the hillside town of Harpers Ferry, W. Va.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the lounge I picked up a handout \u2014 \u201cWhite House Budget Cuts All Long Distance Rail Service\u201d \u2014 provided by the National Assn. of Railroad Passengers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStates in black will have no trains,\u201d its headline said. The map showed 27 states with 16 trains under threat, including the Capitol and the Empire Builder.<\/span><\/p>\n

On a more mundane level, culinary sameness is an issue for passengers on multiday trips. A standard menu is offered on all long hauls, so what was proffered on the Capitol was what we would see on the Empire Builder.<\/span><\/p>\n

The premier dinner entree was a Field and Sea Combo of shrimp and steak, priced at $36 (or you could order just shrimp or just steak). After three dinners we concluded the best entree was the chicken and bacon fettuccine carbonara. The offerings also included a vegan special, chicken breast, plus three \u201climited-availability\u201d rotating entrees.<\/span><\/p>\n

Breakfast, on the other hand, remained a highlight, with some items freshly prepared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amtrak practices communal seating, so others will join you. The tablemates we\u2019ve encountered over the years \u2014 and certainly on this trip \u2014 have defined our dining-car experience.<\/span><\/p>\n

Empire Builder<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Now it was time to switch again, this time in Chicago to the Empire Builder bound for the West.<\/span><\/p>\n

The demand for bedrooms in summer on Amtrak\u2019s Western trains, including this one (which splits in Spokane, Wash., sending sections to Seattle and Portland), far exceeds supply.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though we booked three months in advance, no bedroom was available to Seattle. So we decided to go to Portland, spending the night at the lovely old Benson Hotel, then taking the midday Cascade to Seattle.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Portland section of the Empire Builder has just one sleeper, and we scored the last bedroom for a head-spinning $2,048.<\/span><\/p>\n

After our first-time visit to elegant, spacious, year-old Metropolitan Lounge (like ClubAcela) in Chicago\u2019s Union Station, we boarded the Empire Builder and at 2:15 p.m, headed north to Wisconsin\u2019s dairyland.<\/span><\/p>\n

From there we traversed Minnesota, running for miles along the Mississippi River; North Dakota; Montana; Idaho; Washington and, finally, Oregon.<\/span><\/p>\n

Forty-six hours and five meals later, we arrived in Portland. Our sleeper showed its age, which even duct tape couldn\u2019t ameliorate.<\/span><\/p>\n

The train was sold out, which may explain why service in the diner was a cut below what we found on the Capitol.<\/span><\/p>\n

Random thoughts and highlights: Bathed in late, low afternoon sun, Wisconsin looked picture-perfect and prosperous.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next afternoon, as we sped across the baked, brown plains of eastern Montana, the scene was different \u2014 crumbling barns and abandoned houses. Although not uplifting, this landscape told a story too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark and Liz, volunteer docents with \u201cTrails and Rails,\u201d cosponsored by the National Park Service and Amtrak, boarded in Havre, Mont., and would ride for six hours to Whitefish, Mont.<\/span><\/p>\n

They talked about how a century ago the Great Northern Railway, whose ancestral rails we were riding, recruited settlers to come and homestead, leaving the empty legacy we\u2019d witnessed.<\/span><\/p>\n

The best scenery was next. Mountains emerged to the west, and then we snaked up to Marias Pass on the eastern border of Glacier National Park in Montana.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day we awoke as our now-truncated Portland-bound train began the morning-long, scenic run along the Columbia River, presided over by snowy Mt. Hood.<\/span><\/p>\n

We lost our diner to the Seattle section but were happy with our tray breakfast in the Sightseer Lounge.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cascades<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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For our last leg, we boarded the Cascades train for Seattle, a four-hour run, with glimpses of Puget Sound, in comfortable, Spanish-designed Talgo cars, used nowhere in America but on the Cascades.<\/span><\/p>\n

At journey\u2019s end we walked into century-old King Street Station, its interior gleaming with reclaimed luster, a heartening end to a decades-long restoration project and to our own not insubstantial journey.<\/span><\/p>\n

Source:-http:\/\/www.latimes.com\/travel\/la-tr-four-trains-west-20170903-story.html<\/span><\/p>\n

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