We had a beautiful ride but experienced our share of problems. Isn't it always something? First of all, there weren't enough seats in the regular passenger cars. So we got stuck with a summer camp program. We didn't mind the other children. About five minutes into the ride, an overly flamboyant man began singing very loudly in a microphone. He sang almost the entire ride up the tracks. My grandma suffers from dementia and wasn't able to handle the chaos. My aunt packed her up and moved to the next car. She was quickly reprimanded that the car she had chosen was only for bicyclers. She refused to move the elderly woman. Finally, the kids disembarked so my aunt and grandma returned.
Three employees and one stop later, they practically forced us to move. We loaded up all our stuff and began walking through the train, which was moving. I walked behind grandma who was likely to break a hip at any moment. I practically bear-hugged her to help keep her steady through the rocking train. Have you ever walked between moving train cars? It's not easy, even when you have no problems walking. We passed through the summer camp car, passed through a completely full passenger car, and entered a third car. It had plenty of room but no air conditioning. Glorious. We finally settled down and, I must say, I was close to tears at this point. My grandma is not an easy woman to handle, which is totally not her fault.
Lo and behold, a minute after we were settled, the man with the microphone returned! He sang the same songs at the top of his lungs but he was now accompanied by a strong-winded female friend! The look on my aunt's face was priceless. The air conditioning was never fixed but the singing kids only rode a couple stops with us.
I am anxious to read the strongly-worded letter my cousin the counsellor with a Master's in Social Work will write. If we don't get a free train trip to Alaska out of this, I will be slightly disappointed.
|Really enjoying that scenery!|
|Happily posing for the camera|