"Travel" item number one is to buy a car.
When I arrived in Lewiston, the first thing I learned was that to get anywhere you must go up a hill. So walking isn't really an option for me right now. That meant I needed to find a car ASAP. As it turned out, the girl who lives two doors down was selling her car. So this evening at 8 o'clock I ambled down the street and for $400 I acquired a '79 Oldsmobile Cutlass. I was back at HQ with the title within twenty minutes. It's an ugly thing, to be sure, and her dog has totally ripped up the back seat, but it runs and that's the important part.
23 April 2008
18 April 2008
Get the hell out of New York; Part II
I made it to Lewiston alive and in one piece. This space is reserved for details about my travels. I'm way too exhausted to go into it now. Holy crap.
Okay, I've rested a little now. Let's see what I have to say about this move.
The train left Albany around 7 PM on Monday, the 14th. The train was pretty packed; only a few people got seats to themselves and I wasn't one of them. It took ages for the lady I was sitting with to warm up and even once she did, it was only just barely. We traveled all the way to Chicago next to each other and never even exchanged names. Which is fine by me because, frankly, she struck me as kind of a bitch. She was fine with the Border Patrol guys coming on the train at 11:30 at night and waking people with a flashlight shined in their eyes because she thought it was beneficial to her safety and because as long as you said you were a citizen of the US, the guys nodded and left you alone. But when she was inconvenienced by a freight train slipping off the rails on the track ahead of us, then she threw a fit.
Because of that freight train incident, we were really late getting to Chicago. I didn't even have time to pee. As soon as I found the gate for my train to Spokane, they started boarding. I found the car I was supposed to be in and discovered it was a two-level one. You have to request lower-level seating when you order your ticket, otherwise you're not supposed to be down there. I hadn't done that. I also couldn't get up the stairs. So I sat in the lower level and had a panic attack. That car's porter, Linda, came in and asked if I had lower-level seating; she didn't notice I was crying. I told her no but I couldn't get up the stairs and to hang on a minute because I was having a panic attack and I'd be able to talk in a few minutes when it dissipated. She was (or at least acted) very concerned and told me I could stay where I was, I just might have to move back a seat if anyone in a wheelchair boarded. (I wound up moving back a seat anyway because I didn't like not having a tray to lean on, but that's not the point.)
From Chicago to somewhere just inside Wisconsin, there was a very nice soft-spoken old lady in the car with me. She asked me about where I came from and where I was going and all kinds of stuff. I was kind of sad to see her go, only that meant I had the whole car to myself and I sure as hell didn't mind that. I was totally on my own until St. Paul, where a couple and their kid got on. I didn't catch her name but his was Mark. They were going all the way to Spokane, too, so I had company the rest of the way. They turned out to be really nice people and the kid was pretty well-behaved, so I didn't mind their company at all.
At one point, the kid counted to seven! Mark said he counts with him all the time but that's the first time he ever responded. It was pretty awesome to be there to witness that. And then right after, the train went through Glacier National Park, which was beyond gorgeous. It was one of the best couple of hours of my life.
We got to Spokane at about 1:45 in the morning and then I had to wait until 5:15 for the Greyhound ticketing station to open, and then it was 6:30 before my bus got there. There was a kid named Axle waiting for the same bus and we chatted. I didn't really want to -- I was trying to read -- but I couldn't just tell him to go away. I was a little freaked out, waiting there. Axle had just gotten out of a juvenile detention center in Chicago and there were about six travelers and homeless guys sleeping on benches and video game machines in the bus depot. It's not the safest I've ever felt.
When we finally got on the bus, I kind of wanted to just die. I was exhausted and bus travel is possibly my least favorite thing of all time. But it was only two and a half hours and then I was in north Lewiston. Officially "the hell out of New York." It's been less than a day and a half but ... so far, so good. I'm going through standard homesickness/fear of change/whatever but I'm pretty sure that'll go away soon. And even if it doesn't, I can't go back to New York yet. I need to give this time, no matter how hard it is. I have to be able to say I really gave it a try. A month or two isn't even long enough to be able to say that, let alone a day or two.
Okay, I've rested a little now. Let's see what I have to say about this move.
The train left Albany around 7 PM on Monday, the 14th. The train was pretty packed; only a few people got seats to themselves and I wasn't one of them. It took ages for the lady I was sitting with to warm up and even once she did, it was only just barely. We traveled all the way to Chicago next to each other and never even exchanged names. Which is fine by me because, frankly, she struck me as kind of a bitch. She was fine with the Border Patrol guys coming on the train at 11:30 at night and waking people with a flashlight shined in their eyes because she thought it was beneficial to her safety and because as long as you said you were a citizen of the US, the guys nodded and left you alone. But when she was inconvenienced by a freight train slipping off the rails on the track ahead of us, then she threw a fit.
Because of that freight train incident, we were really late getting to Chicago. I didn't even have time to pee. As soon as I found the gate for my train to Spokane, they started boarding. I found the car I was supposed to be in and discovered it was a two-level one. You have to request lower-level seating when you order your ticket, otherwise you're not supposed to be down there. I hadn't done that. I also couldn't get up the stairs. So I sat in the lower level and had a panic attack. That car's porter, Linda, came in and asked if I had lower-level seating; she didn't notice I was crying. I told her no but I couldn't get up the stairs and to hang on a minute because I was having a panic attack and I'd be able to talk in a few minutes when it dissipated. She was (or at least acted) very concerned and told me I could stay where I was, I just might have to move back a seat if anyone in a wheelchair boarded. (I wound up moving back a seat anyway because I didn't like not having a tray to lean on, but that's not the point.)
From Chicago to somewhere just inside Wisconsin, there was a very nice soft-spoken old lady in the car with me. She asked me about where I came from and where I was going and all kinds of stuff. I was kind of sad to see her go, only that meant I had the whole car to myself and I sure as hell didn't mind that. I was totally on my own until St. Paul, where a couple and their kid got on. I didn't catch her name but his was Mark. They were going all the way to Spokane, too, so I had company the rest of the way. They turned out to be really nice people and the kid was pretty well-behaved, so I didn't mind their company at all.
At one point, the kid counted to seven! Mark said he counts with him all the time but that's the first time he ever responded. It was pretty awesome to be there to witness that. And then right after, the train went through Glacier National Park, which was beyond gorgeous. It was one of the best couple of hours of my life.
We got to Spokane at about 1:45 in the morning and then I had to wait until 5:15 for the Greyhound ticketing station to open, and then it was 6:30 before my bus got there. There was a kid named Axle waiting for the same bus and we chatted. I didn't really want to -- I was trying to read -- but I couldn't just tell him to go away. I was a little freaked out, waiting there. Axle had just gotten out of a juvenile detention center in Chicago and there were about six travelers and homeless guys sleeping on benches and video game machines in the bus depot. It's not the safest I've ever felt.
When we finally got on the bus, I kind of wanted to just die. I was exhausted and bus travel is possibly my least favorite thing of all time. But it was only two and a half hours and then I was in north Lewiston. Officially "the hell out of New York." It's been less than a day and a half but ... so far, so good. I'm going through standard homesickness/fear of change/whatever but I'm pretty sure that'll go away soon. And even if it doesn't, I can't go back to New York yet. I need to give this time, no matter how hard it is. I have to be able to say I really gave it a try. A month or two isn't even long enough to be able to say that, let alone a day or two.
02 April 2008
Visit Nan and Pop
"Being Happy, Healthy and Safe" item number three is to visit Nan and Pop's grave before I get the hell out of New York.
The car was free for the whole day so I nabbed my chance to get out of the house for a while. My plan started out simple. I was just going to go to Applebee's and eat some spinach and artichoke dip while writing in my paper journal. After I finished, though, and got back to the car, I realized I only have a week and a half left to complete this goal. The weather was lovely, if a little cold, and this was possibly my only shot to accomplish it. So I headed for the Gerald B.H. Solomon Saratoga National Cemetery.
Since this trip wasn't part of my plan, I was unprepared. I didn't have any directions so I was going completely by memory and I'd only been there once in May of 2002 for Pop's funeral. (Nan was cremated in 1993 and her ashes were put in Pop's casket with him, so it was one burial all at once.) I didn't know where the hell I was for about an hour before I finally admitted to myself that I might possibly be a bit lost. However, when I swallowed my pride and asked for directions, it turns out I was in Schaghticoke which is just across the river from Schuylerville, where I wanted to be. I did a pretty decent job, just going by instinct!
The first task was to stop at the information center to look up the plot number and print out a map. I found the design of the cemetery really interesting. All these military folks, still all organized into straight lines, and all the roads are circles and curves. There's not an inch of straight driving once you're inside.
As I headed back to the car with my map, suddenly I was extremely happy that I'd decided to go by myself because my eyes were already starting to water. There was a bit of sniffling and my lips started to tremble and everything. I knew it wasn't going to be good.
Sure enough, as soon as I was standing in front of the stone and looking at the names, the dam broke. It's about a month short of six years since Pop died and I never really cried about it. Well, I think I've made up for that now. It was like a scene from a bad melodrama. The temperature was forty degrees but I curled up on the ground anyway and I just sobbed and sobbed. I cried so hard that I managed to pull something in my back and for so long that I got sick. Not right there on the grave; I got up, walked across the road to the edge of the trees and did it there.
When I got back to their plot I sat down again and talked to them for a while through my tears. Then I realized that they'd been buried in Section 8 and ... I laughed. I was a little bit hysterical but at least it stopped me from crying and I didn't start again. About an hour after arriving, I had a headache and my eyes were stinging and my sinuses were so clogged that my whole face hurt, but I felt like I'd made some kind of psychological progress and I'd run out of things to talk about, so I headed home.
I didn't get lost.
The car was free for the whole day so I nabbed my chance to get out of the house for a while. My plan started out simple. I was just going to go to Applebee's and eat some spinach and artichoke dip while writing in my paper journal. After I finished, though, and got back to the car, I realized I only have a week and a half left to complete this goal. The weather was lovely, if a little cold, and this was possibly my only shot to accomplish it. So I headed for the Gerald B.H. Solomon Saratoga National Cemetery.
Since this trip wasn't part of my plan, I was unprepared. I didn't have any directions so I was going completely by memory and I'd only been there once in May of 2002 for Pop's funeral. (Nan was cremated in 1993 and her ashes were put in Pop's casket with him, so it was one burial all at once.) I didn't know where the hell I was for about an hour before I finally admitted to myself that I might possibly be a bit lost. However, when I swallowed my pride and asked for directions, it turns out I was in Schaghticoke which is just across the river from Schuylerville, where I wanted to be. I did a pretty decent job, just going by instinct!
The first task was to stop at the information center to look up the plot number and print out a map. I found the design of the cemetery really interesting. All these military folks, still all organized into straight lines, and all the roads are circles and curves. There's not an inch of straight driving once you're inside.
As I headed back to the car with my map, suddenly I was extremely happy that I'd decided to go by myself because my eyes were already starting to water. There was a bit of sniffling and my lips started to tremble and everything. I knew it wasn't going to be good.
Sure enough, as soon as I was standing in front of the stone and looking at the names, the dam broke. It's about a month short of six years since Pop died and I never really cried about it. Well, I think I've made up for that now. It was like a scene from a bad melodrama. The temperature was forty degrees but I curled up on the ground anyway and I just sobbed and sobbed. I cried so hard that I managed to pull something in my back and for so long that I got sick. Not right there on the grave; I got up, walked across the road to the edge of the trees and did it there.
When I got back to their plot I sat down again and talked to them for a while through my tears. Then I realized that they'd been buried in Section 8 and ... I laughed. I was a little bit hysterical but at least it stopped me from crying and I didn't start again. About an hour after arriving, I had a headache and my eyes were stinging and my sinuses were so clogged that my whole face hurt, but I felt like I'd made some kind of psychological progress and I'd run out of things to talk about, so I headed home.
I didn't get lost.
15 March 2008
Ten new foods (eating out)
"Expanding Horizons" item number seven is to try ten foods that I've never tried before. Item eight is just about the same thing, only that's for cooking at home and this is for eating in restaurants.
01.) Shepherd's Pie - I went to The Cheesecake Factory with Laura and my parents and I had shepherd's pie for the first time in my life. It's kind of odd, I think, that I'd never tried it until now. It sounds like the sort of thing I'd love. I know Laura likes it but before we ordered she said it's the kind of thing that everyone makes a bit different and she'd never had it there. It was really good, I thought. The onions, zucchini and carrots were julienned and there were peas and mushrooms and ground beef, too. I hate the consistency of mushrooms, so I picked around the big ones. The potatoes that topped it were really great; there were lumps (I love lumpy mashed potatoes) and the skins were included, too. Mmmm, nom nom nom. I give it a thumbs up.
02.) Runza - From Wikipedia: "A runza (also called a bierock or fleischkuche) is a yeast dough bread pocket with a filling consisting of beef, pork, cabbage or sauerkraut, onions, and seasonings. They are baked in various shapes such as a half-moon, rectangle, round (bun), square, or triangle." I got my runza (with cheese) from -- wait for it...! -- Runza. It was just plain awesome and I'm terribly sad that it's a regional thing and I won't be able to get them in New York.
03.) Deep-Fried Mac & Cheese - I half expected to keel over and die from 100% clogged arteries by the time I was finished, but I didn't, and even if I did ... I would've died happy. Mmmyummy...
04.) Wendy's Bacon & Blue Burger - I had to give this one a second try before I could make a call, but not because I wasn't sure how I liked the first one. I liked it quite a bit, for a fast food burger. The problem was, my parents brought it home for me and there was no bacon on it. Um! That's an important part of a "bacon and blue" burger, I think! They brought another one home for me a few days later, and when they went through the drive through, they made sure to tell the person not to leave off the bacon. XD Anyway, Wendy's describes it as such: "Fresh, never frozen beef covered in real blue cheese crumbles layered with FOUR strips of thick, fresh-cooked Applewood Smoked Bacon. Top it off with sautéed onions, a creamy steakhouse sauce and crisp, fresh veggies." I removed the tomato and the lettuce was hardly what one could call crisp and fresh but it never is when it's been sitting under a warm meat patty for any amount of time. Like I said, as fast food burgers go, I really liked it. It might be my new favorite fast food burger, actually. I'm a total sucker for blue cheese.
05.) Olive Garden's Four Cheese Stuffed Pansotti with Sausage - This year for my birthday, Laura (and her baby!) and my parents and I went to the Olive Garden. I stayed safe with one of my usuals but my dad ordered one of the new dishes -- four cheese stuffed pansotti with sausage -- and generously handed over one of the pansotti to me. The menu describes it as "Pyramid-shaped ravioli filled with mozzarella, ricotta, asiago and parmesan cheese, served with grilled Italian sausage and melted mozzarella in a tomato alfredo sauce." I'm pretty sure with all that cheese, my digestive system would've been in panic mode an hour later if I'd had a whole serving, but that one pyramid ravioli that I ate was delish.
06.) Pizza Hut's Hershey's Chocolate Dunkers - Holy crap. If you're the sort who occasionally braves Pizza Hell, TRY THESE. Make sure you do it when you're not alone, though. Abso-fucking-lutely delicious as they are, they are so sweet you won't be able to finish them by yourself. I shared an order with gramma and still had to bring two of the five sticks home.
07.) Cheeseburger Remix - One day I was browsing through pictures on Flickr and I came across something called the Cheeseburger Remix. It was a McDonald's cheeseburger with chicken nuggets on it. Now, I love cheeseburgers and I love chicken nuggets (though both preferably not from McD's) so I figured this was something I had to try. Turns out I definitely could've lived without it. It wasn't gross (in the context of McDonald's food) but each food kind of masked the taste of the other one and it wound up being … just fattening. I'll be keeping my burgers and nuggets separate from now on, thanks.
01.) Shepherd's Pie - I went to The Cheesecake Factory with Laura and my parents and I had shepherd's pie for the first time in my life. It's kind of odd, I think, that I'd never tried it until now. It sounds like the sort of thing I'd love. I know Laura likes it but before we ordered she said it's the kind of thing that everyone makes a bit different and she'd never had it there. It was really good, I thought. The onions, zucchini and carrots were julienned and there were peas and mushrooms and ground beef, too. I hate the consistency of mushrooms, so I picked around the big ones. The potatoes that topped it were really great; there were lumps (I love lumpy mashed potatoes) and the skins were included, too. Mmmm, nom nom nom. I give it a thumbs up.
02.) Runza - From Wikipedia: "A runza (also called a bierock or fleischkuche) is a yeast dough bread pocket with a filling consisting of beef, pork, cabbage or sauerkraut, onions, and seasonings. They are baked in various shapes such as a half-moon, rectangle, round (bun), square, or triangle." I got my runza (with cheese) from -- wait for it...! -- Runza. It was just plain awesome and I'm terribly sad that it's a regional thing and I won't be able to get them in New York.
03.) Deep-Fried Mac & Cheese - I half expected to keel over and die from 100% clogged arteries by the time I was finished, but I didn't, and even if I did ... I would've died happy. Mmmyummy...
04.) Wendy's Bacon & Blue Burger - I had to give this one a second try before I could make a call, but not because I wasn't sure how I liked the first one. I liked it quite a bit, for a fast food burger. The problem was, my parents brought it home for me and there was no bacon on it. Um! That's an important part of a "bacon and blue" burger, I think! They brought another one home for me a few days later, and when they went through the drive through, they made sure to tell the person not to leave off the bacon. XD Anyway, Wendy's describes it as such: "Fresh, never frozen beef covered in real blue cheese crumbles layered with FOUR strips of thick, fresh-cooked Applewood Smoked Bacon. Top it off with sautéed onions, a creamy steakhouse sauce and crisp, fresh veggies." I removed the tomato and the lettuce was hardly what one could call crisp and fresh but it never is when it's been sitting under a warm meat patty for any amount of time. Like I said, as fast food burgers go, I really liked it. It might be my new favorite fast food burger, actually. I'm a total sucker for blue cheese.
05.) Olive Garden's Four Cheese Stuffed Pansotti with Sausage - This year for my birthday, Laura (and her baby!) and my parents and I went to the Olive Garden. I stayed safe with one of my usuals but my dad ordered one of the new dishes -- four cheese stuffed pansotti with sausage -- and generously handed over one of the pansotti to me. The menu describes it as "Pyramid-shaped ravioli filled with mozzarella, ricotta, asiago and parmesan cheese, served with grilled Italian sausage and melted mozzarella in a tomato alfredo sauce." I'm pretty sure with all that cheese, my digestive system would've been in panic mode an hour later if I'd had a whole serving, but that one pyramid ravioli that I ate was delish.
06.) Pizza Hut's Hershey's Chocolate Dunkers - Holy crap. If you're the sort who occasionally braves Pizza Hell, TRY THESE. Make sure you do it when you're not alone, though. Abso-fucking-lutely delicious as they are, they are so sweet you won't be able to finish them by yourself. I shared an order with gramma and still had to bring two of the five sticks home.
07.) Cheeseburger Remix - One day I was browsing through pictures on Flickr and I came across something called the Cheeseburger Remix. It was a McDonald's cheeseburger with chicken nuggets on it. Now, I love cheeseburgers and I love chicken nuggets (though both preferably not from McD's) so I figured this was something I had to try. Turns out I definitely could've lived without it. It wasn't gross (in the context of McDonald's food) but each food kind of masked the taste of the other one and it wound up being … just fattening. I'll be keeping my burgers and nuggets separate from now on, thanks.
11 March 2008
Encouraging notes
"Do Unto Others" item number two is to leave an encouraging note in a public place once a week for people to randomly find. I thought it'd be interesting to keep track of exactly where I leave them. So ... that's what this post is for!
2008
03/05-03/11 - under a package of English muffins in a Stewart's
03/12-03/18 - in a WIC pamphlet at the mental health office
03/19-03/25 - in the center page of a used copy of The Night Listener
03/26-04/01 - in the drinks/appetizers/desserts booklet on the table at Chili's
04/02-04/08 - under my receipt at Applebee's
04/09-04/15 - on top of the toilet paper dispenser in the Applebee's restroom
04/16-04/22 - in the luggage storage racks on the train from Chicago to Spokane
04/23-04/29 - in a day planner at the dollar store
04/30-05/06 - among the Starburst at the gas station
05/07-05/13 - under someone's back windshield wiper
05/14-05/20 - in an outgoing mailbox
05/21-05/27 - on the pillow at a Comfort Inn in Idaho
05/28-06/03 - on the table at Cracker Barrel
06/04-06/10 - under the pepper shaker at Grandma's Restaurant
06/11-06/17 - on a table in the theater cafe at the mall
06/18-06/24 - next to a neighbor's mailbox
06/25-07/01 - near another neighbor's mailbox
07/02-07/08 - in a McDonald's parking lot
07/09-07/15 - under someone's windshield wiper
07/16-07/22 - under the salt and pepper shakers at the Catskill diner
07/23-07/29 - under the salt and pepper shakers at the Catskill diner again
07/30-08/05 - on the table at Pizza Hut
08/06-08/12 - in the pamphlet stand at the mental health clinic
08/13-08/19 - under the edge of a handicap sign at the mental health clinic
08/20-08/26 - in a Burger King parking lot
08/27-09/02 - between sheets of card stock in a craft store
Edit: I got into a serious funk and stopped caring enough to leave notes, even when I could manage to make myself get out of the house. I'm going to keep leaving notes here and there until I run out of the 143 index cards that I prepared but it's not going to count for this anymore.
2008
03/05-03/11 - under a package of English muffins in a Stewart's
03/12-03/18 - in a WIC pamphlet at the mental health office
03/19-03/25 - in the center page of a used copy of The Night Listener
03/26-04/01 - in the drinks/appetizers/desserts booklet on the table at Chili's
04/02-04/08 - under my receipt at Applebee's
04/09-04/15 - on top of the toilet paper dispenser in the Applebee's restroom
04/16-04/22 - in the luggage storage racks on the train from Chicago to Spokane
04/23-04/29 - in a day planner at the dollar store
04/30-05/06 - among the Starburst at the gas station
05/07-05/13 - under someone's back windshield wiper
05/14-05/20 - in an outgoing mailbox
05/21-05/27 - on the pillow at a Comfort Inn in Idaho
05/28-06/03 - on the table at Cracker Barrel
06/04-06/10 - under the pepper shaker at Grandma's Restaurant
06/11-06/17 - on a table in the theater cafe at the mall
06/18-06/24 - next to a neighbor's mailbox
06/25-07/01 - near another neighbor's mailbox
07/02-07/08 - in a McDonald's parking lot
07/09-07/15 - under someone's windshield wiper
07/16-07/22 - under the salt and pepper shakers at the Catskill diner
07/23-07/29 - under the salt and pepper shakers at the Catskill diner again
07/30-08/05 - on the table at Pizza Hut
08/06-08/12 - in the pamphlet stand at the mental health clinic
08/13-08/19 - under the edge of a handicap sign at the mental health clinic
08/20-08/26 - in a Burger King parking lot
08/27-09/02 - between sheets of card stock in a craft store
Edit: I got into a serious funk and stopped caring enough to leave notes, even when I could manage to make myself get out of the house. I'm going to keep leaving notes here and there until I run out of the 143 index cards that I prepared but it's not going to count for this anymore.
05 March 2008
Get the hell out of New York; Part I
My first official step toward completing 101 things in 1001 days was to order my train ticket to get out of here. I actually cried a little when I got the reservation confirmation email. I'm so scared but so excited. This is fucking terrifying but it's absolutely the right thing for me to be doing right now. It's the most awesomely positive anxiety I've ever felt in my life.
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Albany-Rensselaer, NY (ALB) to Spokane, WA (SPK)
14-APR-08; 7:05 pm - 17-APR-08; 1:40 am
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Service: 49 Lake Shore Limited
Duration: 15h 40m
[Departs]
Albany-Rensselaer, NY (ALB)
14-APR-08; 7:05 pm
[Arrives]
Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
15-APR-08; 9:45 am
[Seat(s)/Room(s)]
1 Reserved Coach Seat
Amenities: Dining car, Lounge, Checked baggage
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Service: 7 Empire Builder
Duration: 37h 25m
[Departs]
Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
15-APR-08; 2:15 pm
[Arrives]
Spokane, WA (SPK)
17-APR-08; 1:40 am
[Seat(s)/Room(s)]
1 Reserved Coach Seat
Amenities: Dining car, Lounge, Checked baggage, Onboard wheelchair ramp
14-APR-08; 7:05 pm - 17-APR-08; 1:40 am
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Service: 49 Lake Shore Limited
Duration: 15h 40m
[Departs]
Albany-Rensselaer, NY (ALB)
14-APR-08; 7:05 pm
[Arrives]
Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
15-APR-08; 9:45 am
[Seat(s)/Room(s)]
1 Reserved Coach Seat
Amenities: Dining car, Lounge, Checked baggage
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Service: 7 Empire Builder
Duration: 37h 25m
[Departs]
Chicago - Union Station, IL (CHI)
15-APR-08; 2:15 pm
[Arrives]
Spokane, WA (SPK)
17-APR-08; 1:40 am
[Seat(s)/Room(s)]
1 Reserved Coach Seat
Amenities: Dining car, Lounge, Checked baggage, Onboard wheelchair ramp
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