When will I learn?
Mister and I have been talking about taking a small trip later in the summer, and I said I’d check into the possibility of train travel (vs. driving or flying). And so I did. Check into it. And you know what I found? The same thing I find every single time I have that bright idea: nothing.
Train travel – at least here in the western United States – isn’t very viable, folks. Either it takes 2 to 3 times longer to reach one’s destination, or it’s 2 to 3 times more expensive than other modes of transport. And sometimes a gal finds she can’t get anywhere near point B from point A. I mean, do I really want to spend 10 hours on a train and 4 additional hours on a bus instead of 6 hours in a car? And do I want to pay $500 for the privilege? For a weekend jaunt? I think not.
At some point, Mister asked why I keep trying to take trains. I said it’s because I romanticize train travel. That it’s such a real option in Europe, and that we ourselves have benefited from riding the rails when traveling abroad. That I keep hoping the train will be a real option here. So far, that isn’t the case.
So it’s back to the drawing board. And probably to the car. Or maybe to a plane. But not to a train. Bye-bye choo-choo dreams. Bye-bye.