#amtrak pass

[cpinmymind]

Amtrak Rail Pass Journey Overview

Written May 12, 25 and May 15, 25/May 16, 25 I really enjoyed the journey across country to Seattle and back. I will say the next time that I go on the train will think of it as riding the plane. I’d say unless you’re in sleeper you need to bring a pillow, blanket, and meals. I did bring snacks and meals. I thought a jacket was enough as a blanket and it almost was. As many say about the train…

[wicked-witch-ofthe-east]

@amtrak-official y’all need to add more monthly rail pass options… if the train operates everyday, anyways, why can’t I select a monthly rail pass for my commute?

Seriously, not being able to choose two stops I know I will use frequent enough to buy a rail pass is turning away profit and forcing me to drive a car or spend too much money. I thought the people want railway expansion and affordable, reliable, usable public transit?

On top of that, this prevents me from being able to work elsewhere without using a car or becoming an ultra cyclist. Y’all hurting the U.S. and state level economies by charging me day passes for a fucking train that operates everyday and I’d like to use frequently.

I want my community space to be a fucking train, man!!!

Sincerely,

Someone attempting to foster resiliency.

[trainsgenderfoxgirl2816]

i heard you like trains...what do you thibk of train kibty

like Train kitty but Monorails suck for many many many reasons, they suck so much that they might not even qualify as Trains they suck so bad

instead i show these ACTUAL Trains

[koschei-the-ginger]

USA trip is definitely happening after my part time job's highest season (May-June) because i simply cant take 3 days off every week to spend them in a TRAIN so idk what to do after I return from Korea

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

what i would call an “adversarial” interview with the local public transit board chair lmfao

[jellybracelet]

omg like on spn

[lickorice]

trains in the night are nice but an amtrak passing through a local stop without stopping is so chilling. It tears through with such a roaring, deafening scream. hundreds of screams like the train is filled with demons or dying people.

[healerinchief]

🩵 Donner Lake 🩵

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

AMTRAK #5 California Zephyr to Emeryville at Emigrant Gap with FRA car attached

[michigantopnews]

Amtrak USA Rail Pass - Travel Michigan and Cross-Country on a Budget

Amtrak’s USA Rail Pass is now just $299 during a flash sale. With ten rides on over 500 routes, it’s an affordable way to explore America’s diverse landscapes.

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[twiichii]

Reflections from the John Muir Trail (JMT Through Hike)

Hi everyone! I had to reassess my gear and I need help, thank you to all who support this blog 😀 My venmo is here: https://account.venmo.com/u/twiichii My REI wishlist is here: https://www.rei.com/lists/418184695 I’m writing another post as a way to cope because reintegrating back into society has been rough. But please don’t worry! As I reflect, I know I need to combat post-trail depression…

[cpinmymind]

Day 2 on Amtrak

Written April 23, 2025 I woke up on the train and decided to stay up since 5:40ish. I’m supposed to be there at 1ish. I’m taking notes for blog. I knight need a nap I slept more than usual but it wasn’t restful when I’m at dc union station I’m going to get coffee and take allergy medicine. I take 2 types every day in spring and I figure it will be better to do it then or at least the 2nd one. I…

[joebustillos]

Travel Plans Pending

For whatever reason April is conference season for me. Today is the first day of the three-day Las Vegas Writers Conference (online). At the end of next week is the Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly event at the Orleans. And then at the beginning of the last week in May is the TMS Viva Las Vegas meetup. Being newly retired, I’ve attempted to par back on event participation and reduce the ticket…

[thetransblacksmith]

taking the train through Donner Pass!

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

In other news, it took me until just now to realize that the Amtrak station uses the same station as the Sounder train.

And I rode the Sounder every fucking week this past summer, and I even sat in the Amtrak customer waiting area station when it was like 90 degrees out and I was waiting 20 minutes for my bus to come! How...how did it not CLICK that both trains use the same station now (and have for the past like 2 years, apparently)...

I am SO VERY SLOW, oh my lord.

[irndad]

Christmas Wrapping- a.h.

a/n: i'm back and this is sad (no, really, it's a sad christmas fic. merry crisis!! also writing this made me think of @hotchfiles lol- lari i hope u like it <3 summary: 2 years ago, hotch broke up with a lovely but eccentric woman, and is thinking about this while attending a christmas party.

It’s Christmas, and it’s New York, and Aaron doesn’t want to be here. 

He always feels guilty when he misses Christmases with Jack, and it’s painful to admit that it’s happened more than once. He’d been understanding, but Jack is almost ten now, and the resentment in his voice is subtle, but sometimes Aaron could swear he could hear Haley’s voice in it. 

This dinner wasn’t optional- a director that was above him mentioned that if he wanted his career to advance, he couldn’t afford not to attend events like tonight. Which as far as thiny veiled threats go, is one of the lease concealed ones he’s received in a good bit. 

New York always makes him think of her. Even though their relationship ended two years prior, she sticks in his mind like a song, the melody never quite getting to be grating. She’d loved being called his girlfriend, and Aaron had loved the way she loved it. She was younger than him, by a little over a half-decade. But still, she’d worn it better than he had. He still remembers the sight of her, meeting him at his office (never inside, lest the team tease him endlessly), in her green shoes and multicolored scarf, hair in a clip that had been lazily thrown up, and a smile that dazzled him. 

“Are you ready, Mr. Hotchner?” he remembers her saying, on the other side of a memory lit in warm, glowy lights. 

“I don’t think I can endorse whatever you have planned for me.��� He’d replied back in jest at the time. 

The walk from his hotel to the host of the party’s home is cold. He think it might be colder in Quantico, but his memory feels colder and seeps into his bones. 

He might’ve married her, Aaron muses to himself. It all feels so silly to think about. But she was hard not to think about when she was his to ponder over, and she sticks in the back of his mind even after he had made he decision not to. 

She’d been generous with him, the entirety of it all. Gentle with him when he mentioned that he wasn’t ready to tell the team, even if she’d known that he hadn’t waited eight months with Beth. More than that, she was beautiful. not just in her appearance, which was lovely in and of itself, but in how she carried herself. Warm, and kind- Jack would’ve loved her. 

He thinks of her laugh, how she’d picked off all of the salmon roe on their fancy 5 month anniversary dinner, and eaten the meal without it- how she booked Amtraks to visit family, because it gave her more time to read on the way, and no one would make her drive once she got there. How she traced hearts into his wrist when  she could tell he was anxious, read him like a book he never gave anyone permission to see. Loving her was a pleasure, an indulgment. An expensive wine sipped with leisure. 

A honk of a cab shakes him out of his memories, but it doesn’t stick. She’d loved Brooklyn, loud cabs and overpriced brownstones all the same. Sometimes, when doing monotonous paperwork, he’d fantasize about buying her one, a new home in her dream city, Jack and maybe a sister. 

The way it had fallen apart was one of the least proud moments of his life. Because she was different- not polished, or withdrawn in how she carried herself. It was what made her a pleasure to know- she smiled with her whole face, hugged people like she knew they might need it, wore her favorite colors because she wanted to see them whenever she passed a mirror. And he was a behavior analyst. 

“Could I meet your friends?” he’d frozen, when he’d heard it. Her voice was soft, like she was nervous. “I know you were wanting to wait, but you know- you’ve met my graduate school friends. They were thoroughly impressed.”

He didn’t feel impressive to them, and he suspects she might be being kind in this moment. 

“I just think you wouldn’t like them, honey.” He feels rotten lying to her, but the idea of it- of the team knowing that she is the person he loves- it feels like a magnifying glass under the sun. 

“I find that hard to believe, Aaron. And either way, I’m telling you, it would mean the world to me to know them.” 

He’d been backed into a corner, he’ll tell himself, later. This will be a lie, and it’ll be a lie he knows, even as he tells himself it. 

“I just think we shouldn’t do that until we’re sure about eachother.”

The silence that had followed felt chasms wide. She’d been silent in front of him before- when he’d come to her apartment too tired to speak but still needing to be held, and she’d lit a candle and massaged his hands, easing the carpal tunnel from writing paperwork. Or when she held his hand waiting for Jack’s results, when he’d gotten a fever they hadn’t been able to shake. This silence was different. Long and dissapointed, and Aaron felt like he couldn’t breathe under the shame of it. He watched her wipe a single tear from her eye, and grab her novel that had been sitting on his coffee table for the last six months. 

“I can’t make you sure about me, Aaron. I don’t really want to try.” 

It had ended like that. Reminiscing on the whole affair had made the walk feel short, although he could feel a tear welling in his eyes. His body knew her absence, and still does. Even now, walking to this party he doesn’t want to go to, he imagines what it would be like to have the shape of her pressed into the side of it. 

Aaron thinks to himself, before buzzing into the building, that he wasn’t ashamed of her. He’d wondered since the end of the first relationship he’d felt held in, if he left it because he was ashamed. But he wasn’t. He was unwilling to submit to the plain, unmediated joy of her touch. 

He was almost done ruminating on this, until he knocked on the door, and there she was. 

Aaron- he almost wonders if he’s hallucinating, because there she is. And she’s fucking gorgeous. She always is, but she’s so lovely tonight. Maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t seen her in so long, or maybe it’s just that she is that lovely, but the warm light of the party and Christmas Wrapping playing in the background- she looks like vision plucked from a movie. 

She’d kissed him at midnight to this song, once. 

Now, she’s beaming at him, opening her door to welcome him as a stranger into a party. 

“Aaron! Is that you?” it’s a physiological response, the jump in his chest, when she says his name. “My god, it’s so good to see your face!” 

She hugs him, and she still wears the same perfume. Her arms are warm and her face is in his chest, and even though it’s less intimate than all the ways she’s held him before, it feels kind. 

“It’s so good to see you too- what are you doing here?”

It’s a blunt question, but she doesn’t seem to mind, as she ushers him into home. It’s a family apartment, old-school and clearly well-loved.

“My husband liasons with the FBI, actually! His boss said they needed a get-together space, and so we offered up our apartment. It’s cute, right?” she’d walked him right up to a man, wrapped her arms around his middle, before turning back to Hotch. “Peter, honey, this is my old friend, Aaron Hotchner! He works for the BAU.”

Husband. She has a husband. She is a beautiful woman, who he has had the honor to love, to run through the rain while laughing with, who is known and seen and loved by someone else. Hotch takes a look at her, really drinks in the sight. She’s got on a green sweater, new- he can tell by the shape of it. Earrings that seem like they’re gifts, and her hair’s pinned up lazily despite the occasion. 

She looks happy. 

“Oh hey! I’ve heard so much about you- I’m glad you were able to come!”

Peter has a wedding band on hsi left wrist, and Aaron can’t help but analyze him. He’s wearing an ill-fitting dress shirt and slacks, and Hotch thinks he might not have had too much choice in hosting. Owning real-estate is uncommon in New york, and your boss knowing you have a place to use might have been enough to strong arm him into using it. it’s a relative’s clothes, and it’s casual in a way that would suggest ease and friendless. An arm rests on the small of his wife’s waist. 

The whole rest of the night is a blur. Jealousy doesn’t feel like the right word for it- it feels uncanny, to see her so open and warm with a man who so unashamadly loves her. There’s engagement photos on the walls, and Aaron studies them like he’ll be tested. Maybe he’s testing himself. They’re not real photos, just a photobooth they’d gone too, her ring in the foreground of all of them. Peter is a wiry, thin, dark-haired brown-eyed man who is younger than Aaron, and a year older than her. 

He hears someone say they met in high school, and Hotch dimly wonders if he ever had a shot with her. He thinks this, while looking at a photo of the two of them at prom together (but not together). It’s self-comfort, he knows. Because she’d asked him, to take her seriously. 

She’s drinking grape juice, instead of champagne. Aaron thinks he knows why, from the way she runs a gentle hand over her stomach when she thinks no one’s looking, and how Peter’s eyes are always trained on her midsection.

He wishes he didn’t know how to be this observant. 

When the night ends, and Aaron comes back to Quantico, and people asks him how the party went, Aaron tells them it went well, and says that he saw an old friend who he’d missed a great deal out there. 

He figured it’s probably better to admit to loving her in some way, at some point. Even if it’s far, far too late.