An Advantage of a Train Ride

I can't believe that it's almost been a full month since I wrote my last blog post. When I originally began this blog I had originally planned on writing at least a post per week, although to be fair, I have been pretty busy. Along with working at my current day job I've been taking classes to add to my education and resume, working on other writing projects, and most recently, I took a quick trip to Canada. I took a couple of days off and spent some time in Vancouver, British Columbia, exploring and just having a good time.



Rather than taking a plane I took the Amtrak from Seattle to Vancouver (usually a little bit cheaper that way when going that distance). Overall I prefer taking aircraft over trains, although I do like taking trains every now and then; it's a different experience. The views from a train window can be beautiful, like that of an airplane. Seeing the lakes and hills of Bellingham while on a train in the evening seemed particular beautiful. Also, there were hikers and campers that would oftentimes wave to the train, which is always fun.

But I found what is perhaps the best advantage of taking a train. On the train ride over to Vancouver, I happened to have been seated right behind a mother with her screaming child. The dialogue this child and his mother had went something along the lines of...

Child: MOM! MOM! MOM!

Mother: (sighs) Uh huh...

Child: Tickle me! Tickle my body!

Mother: Uhhhh...

Child: Ahhhhh!

Mother: (sighs)

Child: Are we there yet?!

This went on all the way from Seattle to their final destination in Bellingham, non-stop. I was seated next to a poor college student headed back to her dorm in the University of British Columbia, desperately trying to work on her French homework with the screaming child in front of her.

I then realized something. With a plane, as much as I love to fly, aside from going to the restroom, I am pretty much stuck in my seat. But with a train, I have access to a beautiful place called the dining car. So after listening to this nightmare of a child and his barely responsive mother who happened to be sitting right in front of me for awhile, I decided to head down to the dining car (I was getting hungry anyway), where I enjoyed the views while sipping coffee and eating Ivar's clam chowder for three hours (waiting it out until they got off at Bellingham).

I ended up sitting next to an older woman who looked at me with a smile and said, "Let me guess, you're from the same car as that screaming child?"

"Why yes," I said.

"Me to," she said. "That's why I came here and got a sandwich."

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