Chicago to Boston - The Lake Shore Limited

 I had about five hours to kill in Chicago, so I walked to the river and watched the Friday evening party crowd float by. My diet had so far consisted of food brought from home, but while in Chicago I couldn’t resist a slice of deep-dish pizza. Luckily, there was a pizza place a block from Union Station. Very tasty!

Lake Michigan was too dark to really see at 9:30pm, but I was pretty sure it was out there. For some unknown reason (perhaps it was partially a dream), we stopped for hours in Toledo. I do remember glancing out the window when we stopped next in Sandusky, but in the middle of the night, Cedar Point is pretty dark. We once camped in Sandusky and complained about the train noise. Now I know where it came from. There were other glimpses of Lake Erie, especially at the eastern edge, but I don’t think we got that close to Lake Ontario. I was reading a 1000-page book (actually a trilogy), and it was getting interesting. I finished the first book as we neared Boston. 

When we boarded in Chicago, the sign said Train 448/48. Ok, a bit odd to have two numbers but whatever. I was booked on 448, so they sent me to a front car. People booked on train 48 were directed to the back cars. It was explained that the front half was going to Boston while the back half was going to New York City. Hmm. In Albany, they disconnected the car after the one I was on and off we went to Boston. The back half got a new engine hooked up to it and they took off south for NYC.


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