An interesting train ride
On my way back to work, I decided to take the train to Utah to drop my son off at his mothers house, then catch a flight out of Salt Lake International to Cabo. I gave myself a five and a half hour window, between when the train got to Provo and when my flight left SLC. The week before the train ride a series of winter storms pounded the area, dropping a ton of snow over the Sierra Nevada’s. This made me worry quite a bit about the train being delayed, so I kept a close eye on arrival times of the trains through out the week. If need be, I could move the train ride up a day and get a hotel for the night in Salt Lake. By Wednesday I came to the conlusion that I should be OK taking the train on the scheduled day, it was never more than an hour late, even on the thickest snow days.
Then the day came. Still it was never more than an hour late, to this point. I figured that everything would be ok, right? As the train pulled up, I got a strange feeling. Like one of those feelings you get when you go to fly and you feel like the plane is going to crash. What was I to do? We had to take the train, my son needed to get home and I needed to get to work. So we got on the train and headed up the mountain.
The trip over the Sierras was beautiful, there was so much snow! I took hundreds of pictures and saw some amazing views.
From Reno on it got stupid. We were about halfway between Reno and Lovelock in the middle of BFE Nevada and the lights went out. The train stopped and we sat in the dark. It took three and half hours and much gallant effort on the part of the crew, but they tracked down the problem and got us going again. By that time I was so worried, I couldn’t sleep a wink for fear of missing my flight.
Luckily the rest of the trip went smooth and I only had to alter my plan a little bit. Instead of delivering my son all the way to Provo, we had to get off in Salt Lake and meet his mom at the airport. It worked out OK. Baby is with his momma, and I’m on my way to Cabo. All that stress! I hate it when I do that to myself.
My son, during sugar high:
And After:
