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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nIn the movies the background sound of the train is a constant rhythmic rumble with toots of the airhorn-that almost feel like they\u2019re occurring too often. In real life that rumble and constant toot is all too real. It is a comforting contrast to the sounds of other people and the chime of their devices pinging away in the rail car, the occasional announcement crackling through the speakers. It feels old-fashioned, but in the best way\u2014like slipping into a story where the past and present blur into something timeless. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is transit without the urgency of flight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a particular rhythm to train travel, a gentle, ceaseless movement that feels like being carried forward through time. It seems dramatically different from flying or driving.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A little more than a year ago I started to think about riding the train as a form of adventure and travel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In recent years I\u2019ve missed my fair share of time off. I\u2019m not the biggest fan of traveling by plane and the car is its own effort. I started thinking the train might be more than just a mode of transportation. I began to see it as a means of escape, a way to move through the world without the weight of an airport pressing down on me, or being behind the wheel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n