Train to Portland

I visit Portland on a semi regular basis. I like to visit Katie, hit the yarn shops, stay at the Benson, and get lost in Powells. Every time I go, friends say, "You should take the train." So this time I did. I wouldn't have to drive & I could knit on the train. While I'm in Portland, I can steal Katie's car. It's the best of all worlds. Or at least, that is what I thought.

I booked the 10:31 am train. (I decided the 12:05 pm would get in to Portland too late in the afternoon). Got to the train station before 9:30 to get my ticket and make sure I wasn't late. This is what the train tracks looked like at 10:31.




So the train is running late. Delayed until 11 am, then 11:30 am, then Noon. At this point I realize that if I just drove to Portland when I left the house, instead of driving to the train station, I would have been in Portland by now. grrrrrrr.

Oh lookie, here comes the train!!!!



Not our train. It's the 12:05 train (running on time). The 12:05 train that I didn't book because it would arrive in Portland later than I wanted to get there.

Oh here comes my train (10 minutes behind the 12:05). So the next person who suggests that I take the train to Portland, beware, take a big step back because I can't be responsible for my reaction.