November 13, My Last Day In The USA
After a good night sleep in my roomette and a nice breakfast I'm sitting in the sightseeing car although by now we are back in corn-country and the water. A little while ago we left Kansas City on the Missouri. Soon the train will travel over the Mississippi river, this time on the last remaining double swing span bridge on the river; the top level for cars, the bottom for the train. This morning the whole family of Amish is there, mom, dad, and several grown-up children getting exited and when the bridge comes they all rush to the window to get a closer look laughing and rejoicing at such a simple thing like riding on the train over the Mississippi river. Now that I think of it, I'm there for the same reason! I love bridges and rivers!
At lunch time I sit with Gerry and Martin that I had met the night before. I have to squeeze in near a huge man who starts to chat with Gerry and in a few words introduction is done. They talk briefly about when they were there and where, but to my relief the conversation quickly changes to family, money, kids, property, and every day stuff. Vietnam Vets. Martin and I are listening, and just so to be polite we pretend to be interested in the conversation. Beside myself he seams to be the other lonely tourist travelling to Detroit just for the fun of it. The others have things to do, mostly family business: some one is getting married, some son just got married and the trip is done to meet the new wife, some are off to a funeral, others to visit friends they have not seen in a long time or, there is a high school reunion. One could ride the train and fill note books upon note books with stories.
My Grand Circle Trip ends at "un-eventful Galesburg". I decide to read up about the city: "Galesburg was the home of writer and historian Carl Sandburg and the side of the fifth Lincoln-Douglas debate at Knox College in 1858. It was also the home of the first anti-slavery society in Illinois and and important stop on the Underground Railroad during the Civil War."
As I grab my suitcase a couple of hours later, I can't help but staring at the beautiful poster featuring a speeding Amtrak train through red cliffs and tall cacti advertising the Texas Eagle: Chicago-San Antonio-Los Angeles!