7:10 AM Pacific Time
On a shiny morning at Los Angeles, I hurried down the stairs of our hotel in downtown Los Angeles and asked the receptionist to call for a cab. We were a little late in preparation of our planned day long train trip and hence the urgency. Fortunately we found the hotel cabby (or at least who called himself so) who picked us up from the reception desk straight to his black Lincoln waiting on the driveway with its engine and AC already switched on. An African American gentleman in his fifties, he shared his thought on Los Angeles. He was thrilled to have riders from Northeast (i.e. my the then home state New Jersey).
At exactly 7:25 AM we arrived at Los Angeles Union Station. The station building was appealing due to its colonial architecture and an incredibly calm ambiance. The grand waiting hall had a typical Californian charm that caught my attention. Before walking through the aisle towards the train platform, I briefly rested on the brown leather couch. The wooden structure and smell of polish felt awesome! This station was indeed very different from the the ones I have been to in North America.
We had to walk through the waiting hall to the boarding gate. Here our baggage was scanned in machines that we typically see in the airports.
Sharp at 7:45 AM our train gave a gentle jerk and started off to the northwest direction from LA Union station. The Union station was on a barren open land with some tracks here and there. There is a maintenance yard of Metrolink trains in the northern yard of the station that we gently crossed. The engine was madly honking as we crossed a few freight trains towards the eastern side of the track. Here the train picked up speed through the northern suburbs of LA. We cruised through the boundary walls of Whitman airport. This little airport had quite a few small air planes parked. One colorful private plane seemed to take off keeping the little mountains in the background. It was a flat yellowish terrain dotted with small hillocks at a distance. In between there were the usual sights of factories and warehouses.
After running through the northern suburbs of LA, hurtling past many wineries and and making halts at stations like Chatsworth and Simi Valley, we came to see the sight of the Pacific after Oxnard. After playing some hide-and-seek, the sea shore seemed to be constantly visible from Ventura station. Here, a massive parking lot and some shopping malls were seen between the train station and the ocean. Anyone can get off from the train and walk to the sea in five minutes flat.
I must mention here that it was almost two hours since the train started from Los Angeles. For travelers who are not too much into LA's suburban area may plan to board the train from Ventura, if not from Santa Barbara, that is a few miles up from Ventura.
On a shiny morning at Los Angeles, I hurried down the stairs of our hotel in downtown Los Angeles and asked the receptionist to call for a cab. We were a little late in preparation of our planned day long train trip and hence the urgency. Fortunately we found the hotel cabby (or at least who called himself so) who picked us up from the reception desk straight to his black Lincoln waiting on the driveway with its engine and AC already switched on. An African American gentleman in his fifties, he shared his thought on Los Angeles. He was thrilled to have riders from Northeast (i.e. my the then home state New Jersey).
At exactly 7:25 AM we arrived at Los Angeles Union Station. The station building was appealing due to its colonial architecture and an incredibly calm ambiance. The grand waiting hall had a typical Californian charm that caught my attention. Before walking through the aisle towards the train platform, I briefly rested on the brown leather couch. The wooden structure and smell of polish felt awesome! This station was indeed very different from the the ones I have been to in North America.
Picture: Waiting Hall of Los Angeles Union station |
We had to walk through the waiting hall to the boarding gate. Here our baggage was scanned in machines that we typically see in the airports.
The station platform was of low level and it needed passengers to climb a few steps into the train. As usual, the seats were not pre-assigned. We walked back and forth a few times to find a good pair of seats before we could settle down.
On arriving at the platform, we found that our train was parked next to a Metrolink train. In this paragraph I should introduce Metrolink trains to the readers. Metrolink is the suburban commuter train service operated from Los Angeles city by Orange Country Transportation Authority (OTCA). On a weekday, Metrolink operates services across 7 routes. The most significant route covered by Metrolink is from Oceanside (between San Diego and LA) to East Ventura via Los Angeles Union Station. This route goes along the Pacific coastline, recommended for the impatient travelers who cannot sit in a train all day. Metrolink, however, has two other significant routes towards the heartland of California. It connects the suburban towns of Lancaster, San Bernadino and South Perris through there branch lines. All trains are diesel powered push-pulls with EMD F59PH variant locomotives and double decker coaches made by Bombardier / Rotem (newer additions).
Our train, the Los Angeles - San Luis Obispo 761
Pacific Surfliner looked anything but impressive as it consisted of normal single
deck Amtrak coaches with one pantry/buffet car in the middle. On a single ticket we were booked from Los Angeles to San Luis Obispo and a through-way Amtrak bus from San Luis Obispo to San Francisco. I found two
locomotives at each end. At the San Luis Obispo (northern) end there was a
live diesel GE P42DC engine while at the tail of the train there was another one that wasn't quite a locomotive. Its driving cab was retained while engine room (where the crank shaft used to be) was converted to
a baggage car. The lady conductor of our train was found to be on board the trailing baggage car cum locomotive. She was a very attractive woman in her 40s and was willing to help me with some information of the train. A driving cab would mean that on its return journey from San Luis Obispo, the train will be
controlled from the cab while the real GE engine will push the train from
the rear in reverse. Alright – some food for thought at least!
Picture: The leading GE Diesel engine that would haul the train from Los Angeles to San Luis Obispo |
Picture; The trailing (hollow) engine that was used as a baggage car. The driving cab of this loco would be used on return journey, when the loco at the other end will push the train. |
Picture: A detached Amtrak (EMD F59PHI) locomotive standing on the next track at Los Angeles
Sharp at 7:45 AM our train gave a gentle jerk and started off to the northwest direction from LA Union station. The Union station was on a barren open land with some tracks here and there. There is a maintenance yard of Metrolink trains in the northern yard of the station that we gently crossed. The engine was madly honking as we crossed a few freight trains towards the eastern side of the track. Here the train picked up speed through the northern suburbs of LA. We cruised through the boundary walls of Whitman airport. This little airport had quite a few small air planes parked. One colorful private plane seemed to take off keeping the little mountains in the background. It was a flat yellowish terrain dotted with small hillocks at a distance. In between there were the usual sights of factories and warehouses.
Picture: Metrolink Loco shed with numerous EMDs humming together on Los Angeles outer. |
In a few minutes, unexpectedly, some wineries and agricultural fields were seen on both sides of the track. There was no sight of the ocean that the passengers were craving for. That did not stop me from going to the café car and buying the freshly brewed Amtrak Coffee and some cold sandwiches to start the journey with.
After running through the northern suburbs of LA, hurtling past many wineries and and making halts at stations like Chatsworth and Simi Valley, we came to see the sight of the Pacific after Oxnard. After playing some hide-and-seek, the sea shore seemed to be constantly visible from Ventura station. Here, a massive parking lot and some shopping malls were seen between the train station and the ocean. Anyone can get off from the train and walk to the sea in five minutes flat.
I must mention here that it was almost two hours since the train started from Los Angeles. For travelers who are not too much into LA's suburban area may plan to board the train from Ventura, if not from Santa Barbara, that is a few miles up from Ventura.
Picture: Sight of the pacific from train. |
Picture: Arriving at Ventura - The sea shore is visible behind the trees next to the parking lot. |
Picture: Deserted pristine beaches. |
Picture: From an elevation |
Hashtags: Amtrak, Pacific Surfliner
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