If you've never taken a train trip, consider contributor John Stearns' take in his Dad's Eye View post here. John doesn't like to give up the car keys, but over spring break, he lived dangerously! Read on here:
"Last year, for the kids’ spring break, we took a trip to Walt Disney World, a trip that was planned and booked nine days before we left. That trip went amazingly well, but we decided a mini-trip to Chicago would be our spring break trip this year.
I’ve never taken the Amtrak train anywhere. I either drive or fly. It’s not that I don’t like the train, but I’ve just never had the occasion or even the inclination to take the train. I’ve never thought about it. Plus, I like having my car available to me. It’s just a thing- I don’t want to have to rely on other means to get me where I need to be.
Since neither of the boys had ever ridden the train, we decided that we would take the train up to Chicago, stay downtown for a couple of days, hit Shedd Aquarium, the Field Museum, the Adler Planetarium, and then come home.
I didn’t really know what to expect. We got to the train station Tuesday morning, checked in, and simply sat and waited for it to arrive. No lines, no security scanners, no x-rays, no being violated by TSA agents.
Train travel 1, air travel 0.
Oh – and circumventing O’Hare entirely? Make that train travel 2, air travel 0. I’ll do darned near anything to keep from having to go to O’Hare. EVER.
The train arrived, and we boarded. It wasn’t horribly crowded, and the seats- they were actually reasonably comfortable! The train had two seats in the space an airplane would have had three. I’m not a huge guy by any means, but my hips typically touch the sides of airplane seats. Not so on a train! And best of all, no seat belts. I know seat belts are vital, life-saving pieces of equipment, but I hate them on planes. Trains don’t even have them.
Trains 3, planes 0.
Ian and I sat together, while Adam and Dawn sat together across the aisle. The train sets off for Chicago, and it was a nice, relaxing ride. I’m a horrible passenger – I drive everywhere we go, simply because I’m such a bad passenger- yet I found riding on the train to be absolutely delightful. We could get up and walk from car to car, and were even encouraged to do so.
Trains 4, planes 0.
One more thing: round-trip tickets for four by train to Chicago and back to Springfield? $120. I don’t care where we would have wanted to fly – there’s no way we could have come anywhere near that price on airfare for one of us, let alone all four of us.
Trains 5, planes 0.
After making stops in Lincoln, Bloomington, Pontiac, Dwight and Joliet, we arrived into Union Station in Chicago and caught a cab (a first for me and the boys) and were rushed, quite literally, to our hotel on the Magnificent Mile. We were within walking distance of everything we wanted to see. We didn’t miss the car at all.
I have made an executive decision that, unless I absolutely have to have the car for a specific reason or if I’m going to a far-away (from Union Station) suburb, I will take the train to Chicago from now on. Heck, even if I am going to a far-away suburb, I will still check to see if there is a reasonable way to take the train and then a cab or an El or something (Chicago Transit System). Chicago is SO vehicle-unfriendly that it is far more advantageous to take the train whenever possible. You don’t have to deal with parking, you save the gas, and someone else deals with the spaghetti bowl chock full of nut-jobs that comprises the Chicago traffic.
Whether for business or pleasure, my entire family and I wholeheartedly recommend the train for a trip to Chicago from here in Springfield. Save the gas money, save the flight hassles. I’m even thinking about looking into taking the train to two of our favorite family-trip destinations, St. Louis and Indianapolis, and perhaps even destinations further away. I had a great time in Chicago, but this particular trip truly was more about the journey than the destination."
John Stearns is a stay-home dad living in Springfield with his wife and two boys. Living the dream, one grey hair at a time.
(DISCLAIMER: This author not affiliated with Amtrak or any of its connecting stations. This article is not a paid endorsement, but merely a testimonial from an extremely satisfied Amtrak customer. However, if someone from Amtrak is reading this, and is willing to work out some sort of deal, I can be bought.)