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take us home on the detour route, through Califor-   (Cue Johnny Carson) "How EX-clusive was it?"
            nia's Central Valley and away from the coast.       "So exclusive," I'd say, "that you can't book it in
                Came the dreaded answer: "You'll have to call  advance, it's open perhaps one day a year, and all
            the 800 number to change your tickets."         diners are guaranteed to be thrown a curve."
                Good luck with that. The Amtrak telephone         We were being taken on a route few on Am-
            agent was flummoxed. With its detour, our train,  trak ever get to travel, one primarily reserved for
            the Coast Starlight, had become a ghost train.  freight traffic. We looked forward to our upcoming
                 It apparently was not listed on her computer  dinner in the diner, choosing from a menu that in-
            taking the new route through the Central Valley to  cluded a choice of dinner salads, steak, salmon and
            Los Angeles. She couldn't do anything for us, but  chicken.
            we knew the train was going to LA.                   Around 6 p.m., the train began its climb to the
                  Out of nowhere, a woman appeared at our   Tehachapi Pass, over the mountains, an historic
            compartment, identified herself as the train man-  route taken only by long freight trains connecting
            ager and began her magic as she pushed into the  the LA Basin with the Central Valley. Our crew said
            seat next to me. She got out her cell phone and  the last time they had come this way was over a
            called the super-secret reservations number ….  year ago.
            you know, the one they never tell you about.         We walked into the dining car and were given
                 Even then, it took a while for her to explain  window seats to view the engineering phenome-
            our plight and sort things out. So, unlike air travel,  non known worldwide to railroad fans as the
            we chatted her up. She had two master's degrees  Tehachapi Loop. Slowly, as we ate dinner with wine
            and had turned down administrative positions to  the train snaked around a sharp curve so that the
            keep riding the rails for more than 30 years.   last car was looped on an edge just below the
                                                            straining engines above.
                 Now, we were on our way, with our trip mor-
            phing from a sightseeing excursion to a real rail-   The Loop is a spiral, three-quarters of a mile
            fan's odyssey.                                  long, that allows trains to travel over the pass from
                                                            the San Joaquin Valley to the Mojave Desert.
                 Our train was headed for the Central Valley
                                                            Trains over 4,000 feet long end up passing over
            after leaving Oakland. There would be no more
                                                            itself as the train mounts and comes down the gra-
            stops (for passengers, that is) all the way to Los
                                                            dient. Famous among railfans, the Loop is a Na-
            Angeles, about 12 hours. But word somehow had
            passed quickly to the railfan cognoscenti that our  tional Historic Civil Engineering Landmark, and a
                                                            state historical landmark.
            streamliner would be taking this unusual route as
            we saw scores of photographers positioned along         We shared the view with table-mates, a
            the tracks as we went by.                       young couple from Alaska who told us about the
                                                            Alaska Railroad, and the annual $3,000 or so just
                 But going nonstop didn't mean we were
                                                            about every adult Alaskan receives from the
            speeding along the rails as we found ourselves
            waiting on sidings and waiting for some fancy   state's oil-enriched Permanent Fund, an idea that
            switching in tiny Lathrop, Calif.               has recently gained some national political cur-
                                                            rency.
                  "We aren't in Silicon Valley anymore," I said
                                                                 As sundown arrived, no one aboard could say
            to Sharon a bit later as I looked out the window
            mid-afternoon to the adjacent freeway and the   exactly when we would arrive in Los Angeles, since
                                                            this route was new ground for most of the crew.
            traffic sign "Merle Haggard Blvd. next right."
                                                            Now the issue had changed: Would we be there in
                 But with all the disruption how could I -- a  time to make our connection to San Diego?
            true rail fan -- be mad at Amtrak?
                 By taking this route, we had been assured a
                                                                "This isn't looking good," I said to Sharon as we
            seat at California's most exclusive restaurant
                                                            stopped yet again to make way for a freight train.


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