I awoke early the next morning, rose up on an elbow and peered out the window of my roomette on the left side of the train just in time to see Mount Shasta come into view. The snow-capped peak was sparkling in the morning sun and framed against a clear blue sky. Wow! (You can actually see the train tracks in this photo.)
Later that morning, however, the train seemed to be plodding along and there was nothing to look at but an endless wall of rock and brush, a gray-green blur passing just outside my window. It seemed to go on forever, so I finally decided to walk back to the lounge car to break up the monotony.
When I got there, the car was full of passengers, all crowding together to soak in the view out the other side of the train: incredible vistas of mountains and lakes and valleys which we had been passing through for the past hour. I had missed it all.
Today's tip on train travel: When you board, ask one of the conductors when you’ll be getting to the best scenery and which side of the train will it be on.
After all, the reason you’re on the train is to relax and to see this amazing country. Why miss any of it?