by Joan Ragan
Last year, my three-year-old granddaughter and her parents (my daughter and her husband) moved from Goshen, Indiana to Denver, Colorado, so that my son-in-law can get his Ph.D. at Iliff in Denver. And Grandma JoJo gets homesick.
I am not fond of air travel and my husband could not take off of work to make the drive with me. Besides, we didn't want to put all that mileage on our vehicle.
So, I decided to try taking the train by myself. A lot of people tried to talk me out of it, telling me that I should fly instead, that I would get there so much faster, blah, blah, blah. But I have always been fascinated with trains, and could hardly wait to start my trip. Going alone was not bad at all; sometimes I am my own best company anyhow.
And I loved it. Riding the rails is so romantic and not boring at all. I can hardly wait to take my next trip. One of these days, I hope to be able to afford to go cross-country in my own sleeper on the train. To me, that would be the ultimate relaxing and fun trip.
This Grandma is sold on Amtrak.