We’re on the 6.30am Amtrak from Vancouver to Seattle. Our first train travel of the gap year.
We sat as advised; facing forward on the right hand side. The Pacific views were beautiful. Children waved to the train as they collected pebbles on the stony beaches. Eagles flew with us along the creeks.
This was train travel with an American twist. Idiosyncratic guards, long waits for goods trains, maximum speeds of about 50 mph and constant hooting to warn people off the line. Oh and at either end, near deserted stations; not many people take the train. In fact the whole affair seemed like a heritage ride – run by keen enthusiasts for tenacious travellers.