My first view of Colorado was from the train, at dawn, as the Denver Zephyr hurtled across the plains from Chicago. A horde of families from the 'burbs were headed to the mountains for a budget ski vacation, and after fueling all-night shenanigans in the Dome Car with endless snacks, we were blown away by our first sight of the Rockies -- or maybe the smog, in the early-morning light, it was hard to tell.
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Forty-five years later, my family -- 28 members strong -- is about to recreate this trip, as part of an 85th birthday celebration for my father. At this time tomorrow, we should be almost within sight of the "Travel by Train" at Union Station.
"I'm looking forward to being surrounded by my family on a train," says my thirteen-year-old nephew, John Nicholl, whose family found their flight into Chicago from Boston cancelled by the blizzard, so they rented a car and drove to Chicago so that they could be part of the fun.
I'll provide updates from the tracks. For more from Calhoun, read the Wake-Up Call archives.