Back to Nebraska
As you might remember, last month, I brought my mom out to Nebraska. She came to stay with my sister and niece while my brother in law was away at job training. Well, this trip is the back half of that trip. I came here to hang out with them for a week before bringing her home. For a recap on the situation, click here.
The start of the trip
In the past, when I left for Nebraska, it was on Sundays after my postlude was over. This Sunday was different; not only did I played the organ for my church but another one as well. The second service started about the time I needed to leave for the train station. That makes going a little hard. Since I was leaving on Monday instead, it allowed me to attend a theatre organ concert with my dad. A talented young organist, Nick Renkosik, performed a fantastic show at the Carmex Wearhouse, during a Dairyland Theatre Organ Society event.
The night before I was to leave, it began to snow, and it continued to snow through the next day. Because of the storm, I left earlier on Monday than I planned because I did not know the conditions of the roads to the Sturtevant Depot. Instead of taking my car, I drove my mom’s Ford Escape, and I am glad that I did because it has all-wheel drive. Although the snow diminished the furth west you went, I was happy I decided not to drive out to my sister’s for this trip.
When I arrived at the depot, I paid the $7 parking fee (for up to 30 days), found a spot, and relaxed before walking to the depot. After I walked into the depot, I printed out tickets for an upcoming trip.
Before returning to my bag, a lady started questioning me about Hiawatha travel and beyond. I am not for sure if I have a look of confidence or if it is my Amtrak winter hat, but I often am asked about what’s going on at that depot.
Helping the traveler
The Sturtevant Depot is unstaffed, so she didn’t have anyone to help her. Even so, her inquiries went beyond Amtrak to include a transfer to a BNSF Metra train. Her journey went from Sturtevant, WI, to Arura, IL. To make things easier for her in the future, set up the Venta App so she could purchase Metra tickets on her phone ahead of time.
The ironic part of the story, my train caught up with hers at Naperville, and then we passed it after Aurora.
The Hiawatha: Boarding and heading to Chicago
Helping her made the time fly by, and the next thing we heard was Ben, one of my favorite Amtrak conductors, announced it was time to head up and over the bridge. We left the warm station to brave the snowy element for our train. Once we got on the east platform, we walked to the south end of the platform to wait. Soon the Hiawatha pulled into the depot, and we climbed aboard, but before we got on, my temporary travel buddy asked me if I was for sure if it was the right train.
I never understood why people who ask for help, doubt me when the train arrives. I mean we are going to the same place, when would I lie to you? Besides, there is only one train at the station; the conductor just announced the train destination as Chicago, so yes, I am for sure. I know people are nervous, and that might be why they doubt, but it makes me chuckle.
After we boarded, I lead us to the lead car, a recently refurbished Horizon car to enjoy the snowy vistas as we rolled along. I took the cover photo for this article on this train. As we approached downtown Chicago, we saw the infamous switch heaters that look like the tracks are on fire. As we pulled into the station, we prepared to leave the train and head into the station.
At Chicago Union Station
After my temporary travel companion and I arrived in Chicago, we checked the departure boards to see where and when her next train was leaving. We followed that activity with a walk past the location of her train before heading upstairs to go to Jersey Mike’s, a new addition to the food court. As we waited in line, I found out she was a vegetarian who ate fish; I found that interesting. It appears she follows Ron Swanson’s idea of fish:
Fish, for sport only, not for meat. Fish meat is practically a vegetable.
After gathering our food, we went downstairs to see that she could load her train. After asking, again, if this was the right train, she climbed aboard, and we parted ways. My next stop was the Great Hall; this is where I wait for my train.
On my way to find a place to sit and eat my sandwich, I purchased a couple of PBR‘s to go along with my meal.
After consuming my sandwich, I made a quick pit stop and stretched my legs. After the Texas Eagle passengers left, I knew the California Zephyr would be next. Not long after those passengers were gone, they called for Zephyr passengers to line up, and soon we walked to our waiting train.
A board the Califonia Zephyr
Those of us riding to Omaha sat in the last car of the train. I was assigned a window seat on the left side, the past trips I sat on the right. Not long after settling in, a seatmate came along.
The Burlington, IA, bound seatmate was not outgoing, so I was nice but did not engage much. I am glad that I brought my over the ear headphones, they helped to block out the seatmate’s Facetime and speakerphone conversations. I always felt that using speakerphone and Facetiming while sitting next to someone inconsiderate, headphones with a mic work better. They could have gone to the observation car as well. After the seatmate departed from the train, I had both seats to myself.
Because of the snow and cold, we experienced a mechanical problem that gave an issue twice. There was an issue with a frozen air hose. We stopped before Mendota, IL, and while at the Ottumwa (IA) station for the crew to address the problem. After that, we didn’t have issues with it again, at least not for the remaining time I was on the train,
I spent most of my time at my seat watching the scenery and then entertainment on my iPad.
When the Zephyr arrives in Omaha, there two stops, one to let the sleeper passengers off, load and unload the baggage car, and refueling locomotives. Then they pull the train forward for the second stop, letting the coach passengers on and off. The reason for this is simple; they are in the process of replacing part of the platform. Right now, the whole train does not fit on the platform; thus, the two stops.
After the Zephry pulled into Omaha
Due to a disabled BNSF freight train ahead of the Zephyr, they could not move the train to make the second stop. Eventually, the coach car attendant escorted us through the train to the first sleeper car for us to exit. Two people had huge issues with waiting; apparently, they were not aware that others wanted off the train and had people waiting for them as well.
My sister graciously waited for me to get off the train.
After we got back to my sister’s house, the big fluffy puppy was excited to see me. Abby, the Newfie, greeted me at the door for some ear and butt scratches. I think that night she was the only one excited to see me. The next morning Little Mackenzie was excited to see me too, she crawled on the blow-up mattress and snuggled.
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