Train travel is supposed to be romantic yes? I'm not sure that's what I would call my 14 hour journey. I've known for a while that I could take the train to New York but it never seemed that appealing. Ken however, was convinced that this would be a great way to travel to my sister's and I thought that I would give it a try. My favourite thing about the train is that the tickets are fully refundable!
We left Union Station in Toronto at 8:30 am. I had a window seat and a pleasant seat mate - I don't think we exchanged names. We chatted a little and the morning passed fairly quickly. We arrived at the U.S. border at 11:10 am. The border crossing took TWO HOURS! I should mention that the American Board Guard that interviewed the people in my car was very pleasant, friendly even. The most interesting part of the border crossing was watching the agriculture inspection. After being asked for identification a second border guard asked about the food I was bringing over the border. I knew what not to bring so there was no issue. The interesting part was watching the inspection of the woman in front of me and across the aisle.
When it was her turn she was asked if she had any fruit, vegetables or meat. She promptly said no. Then she was asked if she had any food. Again she replied no. The border guard asked again, and she said no, again. He then informed her that he would need to search her bag. At first she seemed not to know how to open her bag, so the border guard lowered the table tray and placed her bag on top. He then proceeded to open the bag and remove the contents. Every single item in her bag was FOOD! It was ridiculous. I couldn't believe that she would just completely lie. But the pathetic part - she had meat, and fruit... was that the border guard didn't take anything away, his retort, it would be too heavy to carry. He simply told the woman that she shouldn't be bringing this stuff into the country. He really told her!
Below is my self-portrait, taken about half-way through the journey. I don't think I ever want to take the train to New York again. Perhaps the only way I would do it again is with Ken as a traveling companion. After the border my seat mate was reassigned to another car - she was only going as far as Albany. My new seat mate was a man (maybe late 20's early 30's) that basically did not talk. He slept from the border until about half an hour from New York. I enjoyed reading my book but I would have really enjoyed talking to someone.

I was expecting the romance of the train trip to be in the scenery. I think the view is prettier from the interstate. The picture below was taken somewhere in upstate New York. There were some pretty forest patches that we went through but there were lots of industrial areas too and by the time it would have been really pretty - along the Hudson River south of Albany, it was too dark to see anything!