Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, “I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.”
– Lisa St. Aubin De Teran
Finally caught up! Since we’re leaving for holiday travel tomorrow, I’ll probably quickly be behind again, but, oh well! Today’s prompt:
How did you travel in 2010? How and/or where would you like to travel next year? (Author: Tara Hunt)
This is easy. Obviously, we took the big trip at the end of the summer. (This post is going to be phot-heavy, so I’m going to split it into at least two posts.)
We flew to Chicago, then caught the train (romantically called the Empire Builder) and rode it all the way to Seattle – two overnights on the train. We had our own sleeper car:
The seats covert into a lower bunk, and the top bunk swings down from overhead. It was a little cramped, but it was definitely worth the experience.
We rode through some of the most gorgeous parts of the country. We crossed the Mississippi:
There’s a line in an Indigo Girls song that goes, “Well, the Mississippi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota at a place that you can walk across with five steps down” – I heard that in my head as we, indeed, crossed the river in Minnesota. We spent much of the night in North Dakota; in fact, we pulled through Fargo, where I was born, at about three in the morning. The next day was spent largely in Montana, which was gorgeous and made me dream of Legends of the Fall:
The next morning, we rode through the Cascades, which was unbelievable – we want to go back and spend some time there:
I took that last one (well, all of these, actually) through the train window. I can’t believe how well this one turned out.
We pulled in to Seattle, took a cab to the hotel, and immediately went down to the Public Market:
Later we headed to the Space Needle, just as the sun was going down:
Mount Ranier was off in the distance:
The next day we took the ferry to Bainbridge Island, went to the Mariners game, and toured underground Seattle. We left Seattle the next morning, but not before taking a peek at the Fremont Troll, who lives under the bridge:
Our next stop was Mount Saint Helens, and I don’t even have any words, so we’ll just let the pictures talk for a little while:
We headed to Oregon next – tune in for Part 2!