We left California just after breakfast into the gorgeous green trees of Oregon. Coffee was a great additive, available at the end of every car all day and all night.
No reading today. I’d read enough in previous days, and now I was too excited. I had worn my sweats to breakfast, and as soon as our sad car attendant put our room into chairs again, I dressed and we moved to the parlor car. We found a table and began to figure out how train rides worked.
At the table we could set up the computer, his phone with the GPS, two cameras, and a train travel book that lists everything backwards for those starting at the bottom of the USA. We had to be back in our roomettes before lunch, they told us, so we could get a reservation for lunch. The cars were old and older. Many had been “proudly rebuilt” by various firms and now were being pulled again to get updated for wireless. No wireless access now unless we wanted to pay for it. We didn’t.
The day moved smoothly by. Sometimes we would stop to let folks on or off. Usually there was no time for a smoke break. Occasionally the smokers were allowed off with very strong admonishments not to stray from the side of the train.
Portland. The station looking even better than it was when we saw it last. The new roof gleams. The Taxi driver didn’t as our ride was only a six buck fare to the hundred year old Benson Hotel. The Benson, dramatic and with wonderful service. Our room was in the part that was built first, yet it was just as comfortable as a modern room.
Quickly we dressed for dinner with nephew and niece not knowing they had brought the kids. The food in the fancy hotel restaurant was passable, the company was perfect. What a delightful family, tho we now know to take them to the “Origonal” for dinner instead. Powell’s books after food. We all went, and they bought a handful of children’s books while I found the cookbooks. Of course. We got lost on our way back to the hotel.
Just delightful…all of it.