Our journey actually began, for me, in Fullerton, California
at 12:30 a.m., July 21, 2004. My wife Sue dropped me off at the
Fullerton Amtrak Station after we attended a Linda Ronstadt/Steve Tyrell
concert at Universal Amphitheatre in Los Angeles. As I stepped
on the Amtrak bus, I felt reassured seeing Chris Guenzler in the front
seat! My ticket was on an Amtrak Bus from Fullerton, to L.A., then
on to Bakersfield. The bus arrived and less than a half dozen of
us in Fullerton joined a nearly full bus of single riders taking two seats
each. I found one double and plopped to try and sleep, knowing this
would be as good a bed as I would have this night. I did sleep
to L.A. where more passengers joined us making two per seat for most everyone
except me and the fellow in front of me. A couple of stops later
actually filled the bus, so I had a companion for the night ride to Bakersfield.
I slept another couple of hours on the bus ride arriving in Bakersfield
about 4:15 in plenty of time to walk to the nearby train 711 to Stockton.
My knees had pretty much locked up so I probably looked like Frankenstein
walking from the bus. (Traveling companion, Chris, had gotten off
in Hanford, CA).
Chris leaving 711 at Hanford, CA.
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On the 711 from Bakersfield to Stockton, I slept very little,
as the sun rose. I did enjoy listening to a couple of farmers discussing
irrigation and crop development. Being a dry farmer as a kid back
in Indiana, I found their comments about irrigation most interesting, as
well as the $50,000 per acre for a 26 acre section of a farm in the valley
we were passing through. I saw them later heading east from Sacramento
on another train, yet they had only a cooler with them, so they weren't
going overnight anywhere.
My final stop on the 711 was Stockton, where I stepped off the
train and into an Amtrak Bus operated by Frontier. My ride to
Sacramento afforded me a little more sleep, none of which was very restful.
In Sacramento, I realized I was about 25 hrs. ahead of schedule,
as planned, and decided to photograph that day's
California Zephyr
that I would board the next day. I took a couple of pictures in the
high-ceilinged station.
I took a shortcut to my Vagabond Inn motel by walking down the
platform, west, under the freeway, then left at the first street. The
Vagabond Inn had added in-room ethernet Internet service since I had
stayed here and I put the connection to good use to upload pictures
and process e-mail. There is no password needed, so take your
laptop with you! ( We found out on the return that only single rooms have
such connections, doubles have to go to the lobby and use one of the Inn's
computers.)
I left my luggage at the Vagabond Inn, because check in
wouldn't be possible until 1 pm, and walked through the street
level section of the parking garage directly into Old Town Sacramento.
I photographed the Pony Express memorial and had lunch in Old
Town. (As it turned out, the California Railway Musuem operates a cafe
in Old Town, the museum has a brochure on it.)
After lunch, I returned to the Vagabond Inn, put my luggage
in the room, connected to the Internet (using my own power supply from
my phone charger for the hub since there was none), and processed some
photos and e-mail and returned to Old Town for a couple of hours in the
Calfornia State Railroad Museum before it closed at 5 pm.