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Day6

TO PORTLAND AND CHICAGO BY RAIL, 6/10/08 TO 6/17/08

by Fred Dunn

Day 6


Sunday, June 15 (THE DAY FROM HELL)

 

I knew that I never should have scheduled a trip that begins on Friday the 13th. 

I got up at 5:55 a.m., as we were leaving Detroit Lakes, MN, over 3 hours behind schedule.  We passed the Westbound Builder, also over three hours late.  I showered and packed up my stuff and waited for our arrival in Minneapolis.  An announcement was made in the train that all passengers for whom Minneapolis is not their final destination should check in at the ticket counter in the station.  I thought that was rather odd.  Any time that I have been on an Amtrak train where passengers are being transferred to buses with different destinations, they tell you to go directly to the buses.  The buses have signs in the windows giving their respective destinations, and agents at the bus doors to collect the tickets.  The passengers just go to the appropriate bus.  That is not the way they do things in Minnesota. 

We arrived in Minneapolis at 9:25 a.m., and I said good bye to my car attendant, Dan Foley, and gave him a token of my appreciation for his helpful and friendly service.  Leaving the train, we all marched into the station.  I could see what appeared to be three buses in front of the station, but we were not allowed to go to the buses.  By the front door of the station was a single agent standing behind a counter, with the line of passengers stretching from the counter out through the rear doors of the station.  He made several announcements that only passengers who have Amtrak connections in Chicago were to be in the line.  Of course the other passengers who were not transferring in Chicago but had destinations other than Minneapolis, couldn't understand who was taking care of them.  So these passengers kept getting in line and going up the counter and the agent would angrily announce again that the line was only for people with connections in Chicago.  And so it went, one agent processing one passenger at a time into one bus at a time.  And after he processed 5 or 10 passengers, he would go outside to the bus, talk to the driver, count the passengers on the bus, talk on his cell phone, then come back to the counter and process a few more passengers.  This man clearly wasn't in any hurry to get the passengers to their destinations.  Maybe he liked the overtime that he was making on Sunday, Father's Day.  Eventually, the first two buses got loaded with the passengers transferring in Chicago.  Then he starting processing the passengers who were not transferring in or going to Chicago, but had destinations other than Minneapolis.  These passengers were going on the third bus, and it eventually got loaded and left at 11:00 a.m.  It took over one and one half hours to load three buses.  The agent then came back to the counter and announced to those of us still waiting for a bus that the next bus would be here at 11:30.  He then disappeared through a door and didn't appear again until after the next bus arrived at 11:45.  He then began processing passengers for this bus, which he could have completed while we were waiting for the bus to arrive.  The fourth bus was finally loaded and we left at 12:22, three hours after the train arrival.
 

While I don't blame Amtrak for the busing, which was necessitated by weather factors beyond their control, I do blame them for incompetent bungling of a situation where they took three hours to accomplish something should have been accomplished in less than an hour.  Busing of passengers to multiple destinations is handled routinely at Amtrak stations such as Los Angeles and Bakersfield.  Minneapolis knew about this situation at least a day in advance, so they had plenty of time to draw in the required manpower and the required number of buses.  I would venture a guess that 75% of the passengers who were put through this drill will never set foot on Amtrak again.

But the fun didn't end when we left the station.  Our driver got on board and the first words out of his mouth were "I don't work for Amtrak."  We left Minneapolis without incident, and traveled to Wisconsin Dells, where we stopped for lunch at a Burger King, courtesy of Amtrak (up to $5.00).  Leaving the Burger King after a 45 minute stop, we got back on the Interstate, drove for about a mile, and traffic came to almost a complete stop.  The Interstate was closed and we were being funneled into a detour where the traffic was moving at about 5 miles per hour.  Apparently this closure had been in place for some time, and some of the passengers knew about it and were asking the bus driver why he didn't take a different route.  His response was that Amtrak told him to take this route so that he could stop at the Burger King.  He also said that Amtrak had told him that the road was open (no detour).  At any rate, we drove along at 5 to 20 miles per hour for about two more hours. 

We finally made it to Union Station in Chicago at about 10:00 p.m., after sitting in the Minneapolis station for 3 hours and sitting on a bus for nine and one half hours.  I got my bag off the bus and caught a cab to my hotel, the Downtown Travelodge, which was a little over a mile away.  Considering that I was sitting all day, I don't know why I was so tired, but I was, so I went to bed shortly after checking into the hotel.

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