The California Zephyr arrives at Emeryville |
In my quest to see as
much of the country as possible, within a relatively short timeframe, I caught
the Amtrak train known as the California Zephyr from San Francisco to Chicago.
Crossing the Sierra Nevada Mountains |
My roomette for the next 50 odd hours |
The two and a half day
trip covered 2,438 miles (3,924km) across some of the most impressive
landscapes in North America. The train trundled along at a relaxed pace giving
me plenty of time to enjoy the scenery, eat my supply of Ghirardelli chocolate,
talk with my fellow travellers, read, write and sleep.
Converted into a bed for the evenings |
We left San Francisco
by bus to Emeryville Saturday morning and got onto the Zephyr at 9am. I had
booked a roomette; a compact room with two seats that folded down into a bed
for the evenings.
Menu in the Dining Car |
Lunch: crab cake sandwich and an iced tea |
That first day, we
travelled through the states of California and Nevada, stopping at towns and cities
along the way for passengers to get on and off the train. We stopped at Sacramento,
the capital city of California and then on through the Sierra Nevada
fir-covered mountain range to Reno – “the Biggest Little City in the World”.
Founded in 1868, Reno
really took off in the 1930s with legalised gambling and the country’s most
liberal divorce laws. The Bank Club in Reno became the world’s largest casino
during the 30s and 40s and saying, “I’m going to Reno.” was another way of
saying, “I’m getting a divorce.”
Well-known American columnist and Pulitzer
Prize winning World War II war correspondent, Ernie Pyle once wrote in one of
his columns, "All the people you saw on the streets in Reno were obviously
there to get divorces." (I sure that’s not the case today.)
Waking up in Utah |
The second day, I woke
up around 6am and looked out my window, onto the imposing desert landscape of Utah
– true cowboy and Indian country. I felt as though I was on the set of the old Western
movies, rerun during my 1970s childhood and that any minute Gary Cooper would
ride past in pursuit of the Miller’s Gang or John Wayne would be in a gunfight
with the Comancheros whilst simultaneously warding off an attack by Comanche
Indians.
By 9.30am we had
crossed into Colorado. The day was filled with spectacular scenery as we
followed the Colorado River up through the Rocky Mountain range through numerous
canyons and gorges. I kept my eyes peeled, hoping to spot a bear or two but no
such luck, although I did manage to see a few moose and deer along the way.
The Colorado River is
a favourite for white water rafting and kayaking with the rafters and kayakers
traditionally “mooning” the California Zephyr as it makes its way past.
"Mooning" rafters |
Rocky Mountains, Colorado |
Short stop at Glenwood Springs, Colorado |
I took the opportunity
to stretch my legs on the platform at picturesque, Glenwood Springs, high up in
the Rockies. The final resting place for Wild West legend, Doc Holliday of Gunfight
at the O.K. Corral fame, Glenwood Springs is famous for its hot springs and
mineral caves.
Colorado River |
In between Glenwood
Springs and Denver, we passed through the 6.2 mile (10km) long Moffat Tunnel
and reached the highest elevation for the trip at 9,200 feet (2,800m) above sea
level.
Colorado River |
Leaving the Rockies behind |
That night in the
dining car, I was seated with a retired couple from Omaha and Elsa, an events
manager from Chicago.
We made good time all
the way to Denver, Colorado, where the train picked up more passengers and
refuelled for our journey on to Chicago.
Once we hit the open
plains country outside of Denver, heading towards Nebraska, the weather
changed. We headed into the night with a severe weather warning slowing our
progress and a spectacular light show from heavy thunderstorms lighting up my
window.
East of Denver |
Only a few days
earlier, twin tornadoes had wrecked havoc near the
small town of Pilger, Nebraska, wiping out the town's business district,
obliterating its fire station and grinding 40 or 50 homes into rubble. I went to sleep hoping we wouldn’t encounter
any twisters along our route that night.
Ate the last block when I still had 19 hours to go... |
The next morning I
woke up safe and sound although somewhat dismayed to discover I had polished
off my entire supply of Ghirardelli chocolate I had bought in San Francisco.
We passed through
Omaha, Nebraska, home to Warren Buffett. The
Oracle of Omaha and the world’s most famous and successful stock market
investor, Mr Buffett is worth a cool US$65billion or thereabouts. Call it
wishful thinking but I was hoping to channel some sort of divine investment
wisdom as we passed through town… I’ll let you know how that goes at a future
date.
About to cross the Mississippi River on the Burlington Rail Bridge |
For my last day on the
California Zephyr, we crossed the states of Nebraska, Iowa and then at
Burlington, we crossed the mighty Mississippi River into the state of Illinois.
The Mighty Mississippi |
Down in the dining car
for breakfast, I ordered a spinach and mushroom frittata with that
quintessential side dish from the American Deep South: grits. (I just wanted to
say in my best American impersonation, “I’ll have some grits with that
please.”) Porridge made out of ground corn, water and seasoned with butter, grits
are pretty bland and mainly eaten as a breakfast dish.
Grits, bacon, frittata and a croissant for brekkie |
There had been a lot
of recent heavy rain around Omaha and further east; the farming country
steadily improved and we passed acres and acres of lush, green corn crops as we
travelled on towards Chicago.
Talking with other
passengers, I was amazed to learn the length of the summer school holidays in
the US. The summer vacation, as they call it, starts at the end of May and goes
through until September. (Apparently a left over tradition from the farming
days of old, when the children were expected to help out on the farms over the
summer.)
We finally chugged
into Chicago, two and a half hours later than expected. When it comes to seeing
a country in a relatively short space of time, you can’t beat a long distance
train trip. So long as you’re not overly concerned about your arrival time and
are prepared to be flexible, the California Zephyr offers a great way to see
large tracts of North America as well as meet fellow travellers.
Great post Annie, Love hearing about the Zephyr as I'd love to do that one day.
ReplyDeleteDid you get to hop off at any stops and have a look around?
Simone
Thanks Simone, it doesn't stop for long enough to look around, however, you can stop overnight at places along the way - you have to sort that all out at the time of booking. It was a great trip and has whet my appetite for more train travel.
DeleteAnother fab instalment on your fab USA adventure
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Kim! Thank you for taking the time to comment :)
DeleteAll aboard - Choo-chooo! Great travelogue, and I'm ashamed to say I've never taken the Zephyr so I was all ears and eyes during my armchair journey with you. Incredible photos, and I had a frownie face at your last piece of chocolate. More, more! (Yes, both travelogues and chocolate)
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting, I'm so glad you are enjoying the journey too Suzette! Next stop, Baltimore... stay tuned :)
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