A train trip is Christmas morning, Fourth of July and Mardi gras all wrapped into a six hour spa package.
Train trips trigger childhood memories of treks from Long Island to Manhattan to shop, see the circus, or visit a museum.
Subways offered easy transportation to Long Island’s many beaches.
Colorado train trips have their own brand of magic. As Bill and I stood at the Amtrak ticket line in Denver, I could hardly wait to board the train.
I can’t think of a more leisurely way to enjoy the yellows and golds that blaze through the mountains on the way to Grand Junction.
We were a crowd of strangers in the Amtrak Station that moring, cautiously eyeing each other, sizing each other up, clinging tight to handbags and carry-on luggage.
“Why are they traveling by train?” I wondered. “Where are they going? Didn’t they like to fly?”
After about an hour on board, Bill and I left our comfortable, roomy seats and made our way to the sweeping views of observation car.
When our name was called for breakfast, we were seated across from a couple from Lafayette, Colorado who were on their way to Glenwood Springs for a short vacation.
I recognized this couple from the train station—when they were still strangers. We introduced ourselves and immediately found ourselves chatting as if we were old friends, bonded by an interest in books and travel, sharing extra biscuits as well as life stories.
As we walked back to coach after breakfast I noticed a general level of comfort in the passengers. People left jackets and belongings on their chairs as they moved about the train.
It felt as if an unwritten code of honest conduct transformed strangers in the station to being fellow travelers once on board.
While I thought the highlight of my trip would be the quivering gold of the aspen, what I found most rewarding was the strength of trust that was built by fellow travelers on a train
What have you noticed about the trust that builds up among strangers traveling together?
Readers, let’s hear about your travel experiences.