Rails to Trails

Day -1

5/15/2023

Northern California to Los Angeles, California

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I love me a good train! Amanda and I awoke north of Sacramento to the rocking of the rails, just as we had fallen asleep. I took a look outside and quickly noted the change in scenery, a drastic transformation from the high mountains of the cascades into the rich and fertile fields of the Central Valley. 

We righted ourselves and replaced the mattress on the top bunk before brushing our teeth and heading two cars down to the dining car. We were seated on the right side of the train just as it came to a stop in Sacramento's historic train station. Amanda ordered the classic Amtrak French toast and I followed suit, adding an order of coffee. We chatted for a while about the trail and about how beautiful the valley was. Eventually the French toast arrived and we dug in, smiling at the fresh strawberries strewn over the top. As the food arrived the train pushed off heading south towards Oakland and the Bay Area. 

After lunch we continued on down the train to the observation car where we found two open seats and sat to enjoy the views. Out to the east we could just see the mountains rising from the floor of the valley but not enough detail to tell their condition. We watched in silence for a while as the coastal range drew near. After a while we decided to give up our seats for several of the others we had seen wandering down the aisle way looking for a place to sit and headed back to our own room. 

In our room we read for the rest of the morning. Amanda had purchased the “Wheel of Time'' series, all 13 books, for our shared library and I was catching up to her with every passing hour. The station moved past in a blur as we transitioned through Martinez and Emeryville before the conductor called out Oakland. From Oakland, the train turned into a smaller but even more stunning set of valleys headed towards San Jose. After San Jose, we began to transition into the northern Salinas Valley which will always hold a special place in my heart.

Salinas is, and will always be, my first home town. When my family moved out of California in 2002 we actually took the Coast Starlight north to Corvallis from the Salinas Amtrak station to do some reconnaissance before ultimately moving up. So it was with a certain amount of gravity that I looked out the window at the neat rows of lettuce and strawberries passing by in a blur remembering the very early years of my life traveling between Salinas and the Monterey bay aquarium. In fact, the entire PCT is extra special for me as I grew up in various parts of each state that the trail passes through and it represents a chance to connect the many backpacking trips I had taken through the years in one grand stretch.  As we left San Jose, Amanda and I made our way back to the dining car for lunch. 

We were seated at a window looking out the west side of the train. Amanda ordered a good looking alternative meat burger and i was inspired by the table next to us to try the goat cheese salad. The light played off the hills making Steinbeck country pop all around us with beautiful greens and yellows. We ate as the train passed through the patchwork quilt of fields around Gilroy and finished lunch about 10 minutes before the stop for Salinas.The conductor came on and indicated that the Salinas stop would be an extended one and Amanda suggested that we step off. 

We thanked the waiter and slipped back to our room putting our things away as we did and then headed down to the exit as the train began to slow. In Salinas, we stepped off the train and meanderd along the platform, not wanting to wander too far. The stop was short, despite the “extension” and i had time to peer off at the top of the old Steinbeck museum I had spent so much time in as a kid. Eventually the train whistle blew signaling that we should get back on the train. Begrudgingly i stepped back up and on. The doors closed behind me and the train was in motion again. 

From Salinas the train continued on south. Amanda and I spent most of our time in the car enjoying the sights outside and the “Wheel of Time” series. That evening we enjoyed another delicious dinner and talked with two guys from Berkeley while the train passed along some of the most beautiful coast line we had seen so far. Eventually, the waiters interrupted our dinner and kindly kicked us out of the diner car. We hadn’t noticed that it had cleared from everyone but us. The last hour we spent reading before the train finally reached it’s destination, Los Angeles Union Station.

We disembarked from the train and made our way to the Uber pick-up point, bleary-eyed from the long ride. The Uber was waiting for us and sped us to the hotel in downtown LA where we bought a few yogurts for the next morning and some Gatorades. Feeling full and excited we both took one last chance to wash our hair before gettting into bed and calling an amazing close to our journey south. Now all that was left was to walk back!

The Adventure Begins

Day -2

5/14/2023

Corvallis, Or to Northern California

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It’s hot in Corvallis as Amanda and I load our backpacks into the back of my parent’s car. I hope this bodes well for conditions in California where snow is still hampering efforts, even on the southern sections. 

This is it. We’ve gone through each of the boxes of spares and winter gear we are leaving behind in Corvallis and gone over all the instructions we can for parsing it out to us later on the trail. Toothless the Transit Van has been left with friends for safekeeping in Seattle and the last week has been a flurry of packing and transporting boxes between our temporary home in Bellingham and a nearby storage unit. Emails have been sent, instructions printed out and hours have been dedicated to carefully mapping out our route. The final step is to head to our local Amtrak station where Amanda and I will board a train and head south to the Mexican border. 

My sister Katie is already in the car. I help Amanda stack her backpack in the back before we all load in. The Willamette valley is in rare form as we speed down Highway 99. The sunny weather has allowed the vegetation to explode in the last week or so and it reminds me of how I used to feel on the last day of school each year,and the promise of a long sunny summer ahead. “It still hasn’t hit me this is actually happen,” I say aloud to the car. Amanda murmurs in agreement. “You two are going to have an amazing time,” Katie chimes in from the passenger seat. 

We arrive at the Albany train station a solid 30 minutes before departure. This is a hold-over from the many experiences we had in Germany missing trains by seconds. We wait in the car for a while, until around 4 pm until Amanda’s antsy-ness prompts us out of the car and into the station. Upon entry, we find that the train is delayed by 20 minutes. “Classic Amtrak,” Amanda says with a smile. We wait for a while in the lobby, talking excitedly and also watching the delay time creep up before I finally tell my Mom and sister they don’t have to wait around. Katie suggests that they head back to the house to pick something up they had forgotten and we all stand to embrace for a goodby. Just like that, Amanda and I are by ourselves waiting in a small station for a train headed south. 

We wait another 40 minutes in the train station before the announcement is made to head out to the platform for the Coast Starlight 11 southbound from Portland. Excitedly, we pick up our bags and head outside. The train rolls up close to 45 minutes late and we are directed to the back where the sleeper cars are positioned. A kindly conductor welcomes us aboard and shows us to our room - a spacious cabin, by train standards, with a connected bathroom and sink station. We set our things down as the conductor gives an orientation and the train begins to pull away. 

We read until dinner time, enjoying the way our world has suddenly come to a near standstill. At 6 pm we head to the diner car to enjoy a surprisingly enjoyable meal. The route has turned east from Eugene and is heading into the mountains. My steak arrives as the train passes the flanks of Lookout Point Lake and we talk about the weekend and the many weekends yet to come.

After dinner we return to our room and read some more, looking outside after every page to enjoy the dying light on the mountains of Southern Oregon. “We are going to walk all the way back” Amanda says. “Yes we are,” I say in response “still can’t believe it.” Eventually I am too tired to read and shut my Kindle down before passing out to the steady rocking of the train.