The fiancee and I are headed down to New York City on Columbus Day weekend to go see a Broadway show. We’re both excited for the trip, as it’s beyond what we’ve done in a long time. I haven’t been to NYC since I left the area nearly four years ago (has it really been that long already?), and I’m hopeful that I’ll get to see at least one or two friends while I’m there.
It’s a pretty good trek from where we live in Maine to Queens, New York, where we’ll be crashing on a friend’s couch for the weekend. More than 6 hours of travel by car. When the lady came out of our office one day and proudly announced that she had purchased the coveted Broadway tickets, my mind immediately started searching for transportation solutions. Drive all the way to the city? Take a bus? Fly in?
Then it hit me: Take the train! Amtrak’s Downeaster train would get us to Boston, then we could transfer to another train that would take us to New Haven, where we’d transfer again to the Metro North line, getting us into Grand Central Station.
Sadly, when we priced the trip out, it was way out of our budget. In fact, even with soaring gas prices, the trip would cost us less by car than by train. Devastated, I gave in to the urgings of my lovely fiancee, who assured me that we could drive down, park at a friend’s house in Fairfield, CT, then take a train into the city. Not the journey I’d hoped for, and certainly a bit harder on our bodies and minds than a relaxing train ride, but the more affordable option…this time.
Hopefully, I’ll soon be riding the rails, enjoying an adult beverage while watching the cities and forests of New England pass me by. Until then, we drive.