Golden Rails and Autumn Views:
A Day
on the Potomac Eagle
We boarded in Romney, West Virginia. The vintage blue-and-white cars gleamed against the backdrop of fiery autumn trees, and there was an old-fashioned charm in the air that instantly slowed us down. Inside, the wooden paneling and big picture windows made it feel like we’d stepped into another era — one where the journey itself was the destination.
As the train pulled away, the rhythmic hum of the tracks
set the tone for a day of quiet wonder. We sat beside a large window watching
the South Branch of the Potomac River wind its way through the mountains. The
landscape opened up to rolling hills blanketed in every shade of orange, red,
and gold imaginable. Every turn of the track seemed to reveal another
postcard-perfect view.
Then came the moment everyone waits for — the Trough.
It’s a deep, narrow gorge carved by the river, and it feels almost untouched by
time. The conductor encouraged us to keep an eye out for bald eagles, and sure
enough, we spotted several soaring gracefully above the treetops. We were not
able to capture them with the camera very well. It’s one thing to see an eagle
in a picture; it’s another to see one gliding freely in its natural home.
We enjoyed a five-course meal that was very tasty and
filling.
Sometimes, the best adventures aren’t the ones that take you far away, but the ones that remind you to look up, breathe deep, and share a quiet moment with someone you love.







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