I was back on the train 8:00 in the morning for the second leg of my trip. It was the Coast Starlight down to Los Angeles. I had a regular coach seat since this was not an overnight trip. The leg room puts all aircraft to shame. In fact, the foot rest was almost too far away.
My traveling companion in the seat next to me was a woman from northern Australia. On all of my train trips, I met people from other countries who were enjoying “slow travel”. At dinner one night, a man from Ireland espoused the concept that the trip is all about the journey and not the destination. I’ve always tried to have that philosophy, though sometimes it takes a back seat.
The Coast Starlight heads south, going through Oakland and San Jose. The trained was mooned by some men in their backyard. In fact I saw a lot of backyards. Our society buys and accumulates a lot of crap and it seems to accumulate in backyards. I also saw a lot of homeless living in makeshift shelters. I saw pristine walled communities with graffiti and homeless on the rail side of the wall.
Later the train heads into agricultural areas of grapes and fruit trees, then smaller plants that could have been strawberries. A woman in the observation car joked that they should have signs next to the fields telling us what was growing there.
We pulled into Los Angeles Union Station a tad early, just before 9 PM. I needed to change trains to continue farther south to San Diego county. The Pacific Surfliner wasn’t due until 10:10, so I had some time to kill.
The Pacific Surfliner ends up right along the coast again near San Clemente. Unfortunately, it was dark outside and I couldn’t see it.
My dad met me at the train station near midnight. He was getting over the flu and I didn’t want to take any chances, so the next day I change some plans around and stayed at my mom’s house. More to come.