First of all, we have to tell you about Dan Small, our Sleeping Car attendant on Amtrak and the rest of the Portland to Chicago crew. We average an Amtrak trip about every 18-24 months and this was the best crew ever. We hadn’t even made it down to the sleeper car in Pasco when Dan greeted me by name and warned me that I was being stalked by Knitting Hubby. Well he didn’t call him knitting hubby, rather calling him David, his name on the ticket. For the next 1785 miles we experienced beyond first class treatment. Your mileage may very but Dan served our every need, making sure we were comfortable, joking with us, sending fake messages from Knitting Hubby in the Lounge Car telling me to return with bearclaws from the basket next to the sleeper car coffee. Dan even ordered us last minute lunch that was delivered to our room so we didn’t have to wait in line in the dining car and possibly miss getting lunch before we detrained in Tomah. We befriended the Seat Nazi in the dining car. She was our friend and treated us great, other people she. well didn’t ignore but again she gave us great customer service. Thomas our waiter was out of this world. We had him for all our meals, probably because the Seat Nazi made sure we sat in his section.
Once you get over the Rockies on the Empire Builder Amtrak train, you start into the broad plains and big sky of Montana.
And after a couple hundred miles of that and antelope watching you start looking at other things. Like trains on the sidings.
Then you start on the people on board. Here we have Mario Batali’s skinny twin brother, you know, the one that’s not a celebrity chef on Food Network.
And here, yes it is none other than Waldo, from Where’s Waldo. In orange. He was even wearing orange knee socks to round out the outfit. See what fun you’d have Cathy-Cate if you train out to Sock Camp next year??!!?
Oh look, hot new yarn available. (found ad in local MT paper)
I’d challenged myself to finish my latest pair of socks by the time we got off the train in Tomah WI. If it hadn’t been for cheating and knitting on the Danish Tie Shawl for a couple of hours I would have made it. As it was, I had to finish the last three rows and the kitchner graft in the car. At least the sock was completed within Tomah city limits.
Tomorrow’s adventure? We go to Mielke’s Fiber Farm. It was great seeing everyone. Hazel took us out to dinner and we’ve all retired to our respective abodes.