The Angtrak Adventure 2014 travel blog

Lake Erie

Lake Erie

Me attempting to wash my hair on the train.

Passing the Circus Train

The menu on the train in the dining car

My lunch.

The Mohawk River/Erie Canal

From the Lakeshore Limited:

Time is about 11:09am on the LSL between Rochester and Syracuse, NY. We’re slowly moving across the Finger Lakes region and into the Mohawk Valley. The Mohawk River/Erie Canal is looking a bit…swelled, to say the least. The train was moving on time, if not a bit early, up until this point. I didn’t sleep as well last night as I had hoped, as the seats in the Amfleet cars are different than in the Superliners. I think if I ever take the LSL again, it will be with a roomette, because I’m not really digging these accomodations in comparison to the Superliner. There’s no sightseer lounge, just the café car with booth seating. I haven’t been to the dining car, and probably won’t. Well, I dunno, I haven’t decided yet. I just ate my leftover pizza from Giordano’s for second breakfast, so I’m not entirely starving at the moment, but I have a feeling I will probably want something a bit later. We don’t get into Boston until after 9pm if this train runs on time, so I will probably be pretty famished by the time we get in if I don’t eat. I do have low-carb snack bars, but they can only get me so far.

Other than that, the view of the lakes on the so-called Lakeshore Limited is somewhat disappointing. The weather isn’t fantastic to begin with, and the train does come up very close to the shoreline of Lake Erie for about 10 minutes, and that’s about it. The rest of the time you can faintly see it off in the distance: full of power plants and depressing small towns. I could not see Lake Ontario from the Rochester station. 

There’s a lot of freight traffic coming across upstate New York that notoriously gives this train issues, but we DID pass the circus train, which was a bit fun.

I haven’t gotten too many pictures on this leg, mostly because there just isn’t much to see yet. Again, small ugly mill towns, a distant great lake and gray, ugly skies. I have a feeling I’m bringing the crap we had in the Midwest home with me to the Boston area. Oops.

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