The Great Southern Adventure
In short: Took Amtrak from Houston to Biloxi, MS, then drove a U-Haul truck full of furniture back to Houston, over the weekend.
The long version (click links for pictures):
* 12-hour Amtrak train trip turned into an 18 hour train trip, because the train kept having to stop and wait on freight trains to go past.
* 18 hours in a cramped compartment on the train isn’t fun, but it was better than being in coach.
* I’d never been to a casino before. Playing the 25-cent slot machines, I won $15.
* 450 miles and two very aching bodies later, we had the 14″ U-Haul truck (nicknamed “pepe”) in our driveway and the furniture unloaded into the garage.
Edit: Okay, it was a 14′ U-Haul, not a 14″
February 14th, 2005 at 3:24 pm
I love taking the train. I love going coach too. The compartments are WAY overpriced and you always meet interesting people in coach.
I’ve taken the train to the south a bunch of times. Great fun.
I thought Amy was from Tennessee? Why did you have to get furniture from Biloxi?
Btw, there’s a great restaurant on the way to Biloxi called Chadney’s, I think? Great red velvet cake.
February 14th, 2005 at 3:25 pm
Doesn’t seem a 14″ Uhaul would hold very much.
February 14th, 2005 at 3:40 pm
We can’t really relax in coach, and had stuff that we wanted to be able to keep a safe eye on (like my laptop bag with ipod, digital camera, etc). Plus, I snore. We love taking the train; delays are a part of the experience but they can get annoying.
Amy’s from Chattanooga, but her dad “met us halfway” by driving to Biloxi.
The 14″ U-Haul held:
- Dining room table and four chairs
- Queen-size “sleigh” bed
- Grandfather clock
- 7″ “highboy” cabinet
- Desk and chair
- Big leather recliner
- Two side tables with glass tops
- Glass-top coffee table
- One mahogany bedside table
- Various framed pictures
and some other various pieces. It was packed to the gills.
February 14th, 2005 at 7:00 pm
I’d be aching after spending 450 miles in a 14″ U-haul too. I assume all that stuff was for a dollhouse?
” = inches, son. ‘ = feet
You completely missed the Seth’s joke.