Clacketty-clack, don't look back. We're riding on Amtrack...
Many things to see. We chose the cleanest spots in the window, and pointed our cameras.
Still on Manhattan island.
Passing the George Washington Bridge.
Breaking out the first breakfast sandwich and strong coffee, hot and hot.
The Hudson the colour of liquid cement...
...freezing up as we moved north.
Moving into lake country.
Schenectady had its detractors.
Anything previously liquid, frozen.
Except Lake Champlain.
Icicles like white curtains on the cliffs.
We sat in the dining car and shared our fried chicken, drinking a Chilean merlot from the bar.
The sunset was long and spectacular.
And after it was gone we sat in the dark and waited for Canadian Customs to send us on our way. I watched The Wire on my laptop.
We nibbled the last sandwich, finished the Gummi Bears, and then we were in Montreal, eleven hours later.