Coast to Coast by Rail
Traveling by train across America instantly transports you back a hundred years when the rails united the country and moved people and goods across the vast American landscape faster than was ever imagined. As we boarded our Washington, DC bound train in Los Angeles, California we knew from the first whistle that this was not going to be any ordinary Road Trip.
Our first day started in downtown LA on a pilgrimage to the heart of American pop culture – at the LA Live Center, and then further into the city towards the Hollywood sign. In one day on the LA streets we met Iron Man, Mickey Mouse, and Marilyn Monroe. Then we retired to the downtown Ace Hotel for rooftop drinks at their poolside bar with epic views of the lit-up LA skyline.
Day two saw us start the day in , and the famed Santa Monica Pier. Walking from Muscle Beach to Venice Beach on the boardwalk we strolled through a wild assortment of characters on the street and shops selling more than we could possible imagine, proving Los Angeles’ incredible diversity was the main attraction.
After two action-packed days in the City of Angels, we boarded our privately-owned 1950’s vintage train cars, complete with two sleeping cars and a dining car with a dome-top roof, which allowed for full-time viewing of the passing surroundings as we steamed through the magical desert landscapes of the American Southwest.
was our first stop. The capital of the Lone Star State is home to around 90,000 college students, 250 music venues, and 150 fresh water chain lakes in the area! After an afternoon spent wandering the streets of Austin, we were back on the train and headed further east and even further back in time for history lessons at the recently designated UNESCO World Heritage, the Alamo in San Antonio.
Our train then continued to follow the rising sun into the Bayou of New Orleans.
With each passing day the rhythm of the life on the rails began to take over. Time and motion became our companions and those on board with us quickly became friends and partners in the adventure as we roared further east at sixty miles per hour through the South.
We continued on, barreling up the eastern seaboard through the harbors of Baltimore, where we visited the sharks at the National Aquarium, and took a ferry ride across the bay to the Rusty Scupper for the freshest blue crabs we have ever tasted.
Finally we got to Washington, DC, proud capital city of the United States and home to so much history and monuments to the ideas and people who have played a starring role in the country’s history.
None of us will ever forget this journey, rumbling from the Pacific to the Atlantic on steel rails. Our memories are filled with the wet storms and the dry deserts of the American West, churning through the swamps and the endless rolling green fields of the American South and experiencing the great American cities along the way.