As we rolled through Sandwich, the trip lost much of its appeal. There was nothing novel about Chicagoland. That didn’t keep me from taking tons of photos, however. We soon came to Aurora.
We passed Walter Payton’s Roundhouse, where I’ve eaten and toured the museum.
We stopped in Naperville, then crossed over the tollway.
We went by the Riveside Water Tower and then entered Chicago.
This is probably my favorite photo from the train. I would have been happy with this one if I’d taken it while standing on the bridge.
The train went around a bend and I got my first view of the Chicago skyline.
I was taking a second shot just as a Metra train went by heading in the other direction, just inches away. Here’s the resulting photo.
Our final turn into Union Station.
We arrived a half hour early. I was the last person to leave the lounge car. The train was a long one — two engines, a crew car (I think), two sleepers, the dining car, the lounge car, two coach cars and a baggage car. It was a long walk to get to the station itself.
Looking back at my train.
On the last leg of the journey, from Aurora in, I felt like I was riding Metra. So you can imagine how excited I was to walk three blocks to the Ogilvie Transportation Center and catch another train out to Cary. I had to wait for about 20 minutes to board, and then another 20 minutes before the train began the hour and 15 minute trip home. I pulled out a book I’d carried all the way to Kansas City and back just for this purpose and read the whole way. I walked from the station and got home around 5:15 pm, ending a journey that began at 6:15 am in Overland Park, Kansas.