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Six Nights On A Train – Snow

Six Nights On A Train

This morning I am officially sick of summer. So instead of getting out in this heat and pulling crabgrass from the pineapple patch, I’ll stay in air conditioned comfort and think about snow.

When I planned my cross-country train adventure last winter, I had no idea the severe cold that gripped the country through January was about to get a whole lot worse.

To travel anywhere from Florida on Amtrak one must first go up to DC or New York, and then transfer to one’s destination. This was fine with me. I looked forward to viewing areas of the country that I hadn’t seen before. To achieve some flexibility I purchased a two-week rail pass.

You can use a two-week pass for up to six legs of a journey. This was just perfect for my needs. Still, to be assured of a seat on a specific train, you need to plan the itinerary in advance. Having the ticket in hand turned out to be the only thing that saved me from getting stranded in DC during “Snowmageddon”.

My Itinerary

• The Silver Meteor – Orlando to DC
• The Cardinal – DC to Chicago
• The Southwest Chief – Chicago to Santa Fe/Lamy, to arrive for my mother’s birthday.
• On the return trip I wanted to stop off in Chicago to visit my Mother-in-law.
• Then take The Capitol Limited to DC, then head home to Florida.

At my sister's house in Santa Fe. Daisy in the snow.

Snow! Yes, let us think about snow on this hot August morning. There are many kinds of snow. I experienced several varieties while standing by the rails waiting to board the next train. In Virginia the snow was wet, heavy; Santa Fe, light, blustery. The flakes in Chicago blew relentlessly.

One thing I found intriguing about train travel was how effortlessly people banded together to form instant traveling parties. With plane travel it is rush to get into the security line, race to the plane, take a breath or a nap and just like that, trip over. On a train you have time for conversations. You can wander up to the snack car or viewing car and meet new people.

When I boarded in Orlando, my seatmate was Mary. She was headed home to Ohio with her daughter after vacationing in Florida. Mary and I struck up a conversation and it was like we had known each other our entire lives. We were too much the same sort, talking and laughing and quickly earning a reputation as the car troublemakers. Bigmouths, true enough. I don’t think we actually caused trouble. Anyway, we were having a grand ol time.

We were supposed to arrive in DC the following morning around 7:30. Some time during the night I woke to find that the train had stopped. Only darkness outside. We were sitting at a dead stop in the middle of nowhere.

We were moving again before dawn and when I went for coffee learned that around midnight a freight train stalled in front of us. We had been stuck sitting idle about four hours, and now would not arrive in DC until noon.

Plenty of ice. Mama's nursing home in Santa Fe

The conductor arranged for Mary and the other passengers headed for Ohio to get off in Richmond, VA, and then take a bus to Charlottesville, VA. This way they could still catch The Cardinal and arrive home on schedule. I showed the conductor that even though I was going to Chicago my ticket was also for The Cardinal. You know, part of my see-as-much-country-as-possible plan? The Cardinal goes through West Virginia and I had hopes of beautiful mountain vistas.

Six of us got off in Richmond: Mary, her daughter, me, a couple of other women and a gentleman who regaled us with stories of walking across the country. We became an instant traveling party, staying close together, watching each others stuff. Soon, we would part company, each going on to a ticketed destination. For those brief hours we were family. I think about Mary. We only knew one another for about 24 hours, and will probably never meet again. But we shared quite a bit during that brief acquaintance. Train Time is its own measure of time. One morning in the dinette car I listened to two older guys talking. Who could tell if they had known each other for decades or met ten minutes ago? Such is the nature of relationships on a train.

Snowy morning at my sister's house, Santa Fe

Anyway, I got my first real taste of winter while we waited to board The Cardinal in Charlottesville. Snow pelted us without mercy and the wind blew freezing cold. Once on the train I quickly gave up any thought of lovely mountain vistas. All was gray and frozen.

On my return trip to Florida I stopped off in Chicago to visit my mother-in-law. This worked out beautifully as I could catch the commuter train from Union Station right out to her suburb. Of course it also meant waiting for more trains in the snow. Ahh, sounds delightful right about now.

Even before I left Marci’s house we were hearing news reports about the massive storm aiming for Washington DC. I left Chicago Thursday afternoon, would arrive in DC Friday morning and leave for my return trip to Florida around 7:00 p.m. Friday night. This was cutting it close since the snow would begin falling after sunset Friday. They were predicting two feet of snow in DC, and soon they dubbed the storm ‘Snowmageddon’.

My frozen footprints. At my sister's house, Santa Fe

Thursday afternoon, back at Union Station in Chicago, they were already announcing train cancellations. The Cardinal would not go farther east than Charleston WV. Fortunately I was taking The Capitol Limited. We waited to see if our train was still scheduled. I wasn’t particularly worried about cancellation in Chicago since I could always go back out to Marci’s house and wait for conditions to improve. More than anything else at this point, I felt exhausted. The Santa Fe visit with my mother and sister had been wonderful, but hectic. I had reached that point in my journey when all I really wanted was to get back home to a hot shower and my own comfy bed.

The Capitol Limited made it out of Chicago on time, and was absolutely packed. I don’t recall much about that leg of the journey because soon after we left the station I positioned my travel pillow, settled under a travel blanket, found a book to listen to on my MP3 player, slipped on ear buds and lavender-scented sleep mask, and immediately fell asleep. When you travel prepared, it’s not at all difficult to get cozy, tune out your surroundings and sleep on a train. The seats recline and are actually fairly comfortable.

We arrived at DC’s Union Station around noon, Friday. The place was an absolute madhouse. I’m not kidding. It was like something I might have described in And The Dominoes Fall. That morning, while still on the train from Chicago, some of us discussed getting the earlier train leaving DC. If our train arrived on schedule, we thought this just might work. We should have known better. Union Station in DC was so packed when we arrived, we could barely squeeze toward the ticket counter. Long before we got that far we learned that both the earlier train and ours were completely sold out. With flights being canceled many travelers had scrambled for last minute train travel. Anything leaving DC that Friday afternoon was sold out.

Eventually our little group gathered, those of us who came in together from Chicago. There was a Cuban couple, she, noticeably pregnant. They were on their way to visit family in Miami. A young woman from Colorado with a small baby harnessed snug against her chest soon joined us. Her son, around five, quickly found new playmates and oblivious to the stress level among the adults, made a game of chasing pigeons. OK, I have no idea why there were pigeons in the train station. I never try to make sense of stuff that happens in DC. Anyway, the children were having the time of their lives. As we watched the crowds thin, and shops close up, we wondered if our train would really make it out before the snow fell too heavy.

I was regularly checking Amtrak updates on the Blackberry and Don monitored the storm back home. As the time for our departure passed without our train showing up, we became even more uncertain. Beyond our group Union Station was deserted. Ghost town, deserted. Shops shuttered. I think even the pigeons had moved on by then. Our train was arriving from New York. What if it had been unable to get through the snow? Being a Friday night those that could get out of DC had already done so. The people who worked at the station headed for home before conditions got too bad. As a veteran of many a hurricane I know how it is. I just wasn’t sure what would happen to our group of anxious travelers if stranded. So I sat there between a pregnant woman and another with a few-week-old baby snug to her chest and we waited.

Finally our train arrived, actually only about a half-hour delayed. Just seemed longer to us, knowing that “Snowmageddon” had already arrived. Similar to Union Station in Chicago you go through a tunnel to get to the trains. But even rushing through that tunnel we were pelted with snow and rushing forward on slippery ice. The train was absolutely coated in snow.

Our conductor was the same from my outbound trip from Florida two weeks earlier. And she remembered me. “Not you!” she greeted me. “You’re bad luck!” Sure, like I was in any way responsible for a freight train stalling in front of us, or for this terrible snow storm? Besides, I’d left my two black cats at home. I wanted to say something about women conductors maybe being bad luck, but thought it best to say nothing. We were boarded and headed south, away from the snow!

Saturday afternoon we arrived in Orlando right on schedule.

Much more to say about my six nights on a train, but that must wait for another post.

At The End Of A Very Long Day…

A lovely rainbow as we drove home from Orlando.

Photo taken with Blackberry.

I am very tired.

Quest For A Healthier Cookie

Peanut Butter and Banana Cookies

As all of you who know me are aware, I love to bake cookies. Although I am trying to eat healthier I’m not ready to give up cookie baking. Thus, my quest for healthier cookies.

Peanut Butter Cookies: First Try

Listed in order of ingredients added

2 cups NATURAL peanut butter.
1 ½ cup Demeraia sugar (raw cane sugar)
2 eggs
1 ½ teaspoon baking soda
1 ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract.

Blended peanut butter and sugar with electric mixer then added the other ingredients. Baked at 350 degrees for 9 minutes.

Issues: The dough was so thick and crumbly that I had to roll into balls and pat down. Once baked, they were still a bit crumbly and a little oily on the bottom. Yet the flavor was delicious. I felt I was on the right track but the recipe needed to be improved.

Peanut Butter Cookies: Second Try

I decided one way to improve the texture might be to add bananas.

In order added
2 cups NATURE peanut butter
2 very ripe bananas
2 eggs
1 ½ pure vanilla extract
1 ½ teaspoon baking soda
1 ½ cups Demerara sugar (raw cane sugar)

By mixing peanut butter with other moist ingredients, I hoped to better blend the peanut butter. I believe I was right about this. There was no oiliness this time. However, while the flavor was delicious two bananas were too much for cookie dough. It was more like batter.

Nevertheless I used a cookie scoop to place the batter on cookie sheets lined with baking liners. Fortunately I left plenty of space between cookies. They spread quite a bit.

As before, I baked at 350 degrees for 9 minutes. The result was very large soft cookies with an excellent flavor, but difficult to move from cookie sheet. I set the cookie sheets on cookie racks for several minutes before attempting to move.

They are good, but I doubt they would hold up well for shipping. I plan to give this recipe another try but with maybe just ½ banana.

UPDATE ONE

Third try did not meet my standards. This time around I used the natural peanut butter with honey. To this I added half a banana and the rest as described above.

The dough was about right, and easy to work with. The problem was that they had a sogginess that remained even when baked. The flavor was good but once again I am not satisfied with the texture. This calls for another try.

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