Night 6: On the Lake Shore Limited

After our near-brush with the Anti Photography Terrorism Authorities, we headed back in the general direction of our hotel. We were hungry, but not hugely so, but we knew we needed to get something because our train was scheduled for a 21:00 departure and wouldn't include food more solid than a cheese plate offered to sleeping car passengers before departure and whatever we might scrounge in the Metropolitan Lounge at Union Station.

( Not Fine Dining, but it's Okay )

( Why We Didn't Post More on Sunday Evening )

( A Rude Surprise at the Sleeping Car )

I set my clock ahead to Eastern time and saw that we were right on time – actually one minute early by my reckoning – out of South Bend, Indiana. (We would subsequently lose time through a series of slow orders and signal malfunctions.) After a while, Lisa said she wanted something more to drink than the bottle of water that came with our room, and went exploring, finding the lounge. Around 00:30, Lisa returned with a soda for her and a milk for me. I finished up writing, read things back to Lisa and listened to her suggestions, drank my milk, and around 01:00 she turned the compartment back into a sleeper and we turned in for the night.

Day 7: Along the Water Level Route

We got to sleep later than we intended last night, but I still woke up just before 6 AM and decided to go ahead and hit the shower early while there was nobody waiting. We made the early breakfast seating and everything was pretty routine. We watched the world go by along the Water Level Route, but there is not much I can say about it. It's a nice enough view, but we were both sleepy and kept dozing off along the way.

Timekeeping had been excellent throughout this leg of our journey, including an early arrival at Rochester that gave us time to take a stretch walk down the length of the train outside on the platform, and to see where they break the train at Albany into Boston and New York sections. Syracuse did cause Lisa a fright, however, when she heard the announcement of "Syracuse" in the Lounge car and thought it was "Schenectady" and she came dashing back to the car all a-lather. I reassured her that we still had a ways to go. And we ended up having even longer than I expected.

( Beyond Syracuse, things started to go wrong )

I got the queued-up LJ entries posted, but we have a bunch of photos and video -- including our dastardly Terrorist Threat Video -- still awaiting processing. It's late and we're tired. It does help that the hotel upgraded us to the concierge floor -- the Platinum status working -- so we can take advantage of the complimentary continental breakfast in the morning.

I've read most of the backed-up e-mail, but LJ and blogs are bankrupt.