the indignity and discomfort of air travel is a
fraught way to bookend a vacation, whereas
taking the train is something to actually look
forward to. i remember one fellow rail rider
describing the difference thus: "on the train,
i feel like a citizen; when i fly, i'm a subject."
it feels good to arrive at king street station,
walk leisurely through its doors and settle in
on a old wooden bench in its stately waiting
room, minus the gauntlet of security checks,
and it isn't long before we're called to board.
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we've been planning this trip to witness the solar
eclipse
in sarah's hometown in ohio since the
last north american
one in 2017, back when april 8 2024 seemed
impossibly
distant, but here we are, another 7 years gone in an
instant.
it's 46 hours from seattle to chicago on the empire
builder--
blazing fast by 19th century standards!--and i'm
here for
every minute of it. time is the ultimate luxury
and slow travel is about savoring the in between
rather than merely overcoming it. enjoy the
ride!
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