There's nothing quite like traveling by train. You have to give up a little freedom that a car provides, and you can't be late for departures, but the trade off is well worth it. I had to travel into Washington, D.C. from Martinsburg, West Virginia, the closest rail station to where I live. Here is the story about the Brunswick Line, photographed with my iPhone camera.
|The train arrive Union Station, Washington, D.C. at 7:25 a.m. A quick cup of coffee from McDonald's and I'm on with my day.|
|I check the departure schedule and it's almost time for my return trip, but not before I spend $5.00 on a small Ben & Jerry's ice cream cone. One for the road.|
|The train waiting at Union Station. All aboard!|
|Your humble blogger right before I put on my music for the return trip to Martinsburg. After a day on my feet, I couldn't bear the thought of the drive out of the city. Oh no, the train is just the ticket after a long day in the city.|
|A conductor collecting tickets.|