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Sydney Morning Herald
23-04-2025
- Sydney Morning Herald
A legendary train leads to one of America's most stunning sights
This article is part of Traveller's Holiday Guide to train journeys. See all stories. It's early – very early – as I stumble off Amtrak's Southwest Chief train into pre-dawn darkness in Flagstaff, Arizona. Ahead of me is the attractive mock-Tudor form of the railway station, and next to that is a minibus waiting to convey me to the town of Williams and the Grand Canyon Railway. Following this route feels like an immersion in American railway history. Before cars and planes were commonplace, this was how people visited the otherwise remote Grand Canyon. From 1901 to its closure in 1968, the Grand Canyon Railway conveyed passengers – including presidents from Theodore Roosevelt to Dwight Eisenhower, and Hollywood stars like Clark Gable and Doris Day – from the main Chicago-Los Angeles line to that natural wonder. More than two decades later, in 1989, the railway was reborn purely as a tourist operation. I've been meaning to take this train for years, so I'm excited to finally be on my way to its southern terminus. After dropping my luggage at the railway's hotel in Williams, I have breakfast in its Fred Harvey Restaurant, an echo of the Harvey Houses that once fed train passengers in the western US. The train is due to depart for the Grand Canyon at 9.30am, but first there's a live show in a mocked-up Wild West town that involves whip-cracking skills, gunshots and broad comedy from several blokes in cowboy gear. Little do I realise I'll be seeing them again later, when they stage a theatrical hold-up of the returning train. The train itself is an appealing collection of streamlined carriages. Boarding the 1968 Kokopelli car (named after a Hopi fertility god), I find myself in a first-class seat with burgundy upholstery above floral carpeting. Our carriage attendant is Alicia, a livewire who dispenses commentary and takes orders for outlandish drinks such as the Peppermint Patty (involving peppermint schnapps and hot chocolate). To complement her efforts, a roaming guitarist plays music, and there's a table of sweet snacks to enjoy. As for the scenery, it's a slow burn as we trundle first across a green plain with low hills and bushes, which gradually transforms into a rocky, arid landscape. Approaching the canyon, it changes once again, as the railway becomes surrounded by trees. After just over two hours we arrive at Grand Canyon Village, the settlement that developed around the railway. A walk up a set of steps takes me toward the South Rim, with the Grand Canyon beyond. I decide to approach this marvel with eyes lowered (not closed, I'm not that reckless), so I can take it in all at once.
The Age
23-04-2025
- The Age
A legendary train leads to one of America's most stunning sights
This article is part of Traveller's Holiday Guide to train journeys. See all stories. It's early – very early – as I stumble off Amtrak's Southwest Chief train into pre-dawn darkness in Flagstaff, Arizona. Ahead of me is the attractive mock-Tudor form of the railway station, and next to that is a minibus waiting to convey me to the town of Williams and the Grand Canyon Railway. Following this route feels like an immersion in American railway history. Before cars and planes were commonplace, this was how people visited the otherwise remote Grand Canyon. From 1901 to its closure in 1968, the Grand Canyon Railway conveyed passengers – including presidents from Theodore Roosevelt to Dwight Eisenhower, and Hollywood stars like Clark Gable and Doris Day – from the main Chicago-Los Angeles line to that natural wonder. More than two decades later, in 1989, the railway was reborn purely as a tourist operation. I've been meaning to take this train for years, so I'm excited to finally be on my way to its southern terminus. After dropping my luggage at the railway's hotel in Williams, I have breakfast in its Fred Harvey Restaurant, an echo of the Harvey Houses that once fed train passengers in the western US. The train is due to depart for the Grand Canyon at 9.30am, but first there's a live show in a mocked-up Wild West town that involves whip-cracking skills, gunshots and broad comedy from several blokes in cowboy gear. Little do I realise I'll be seeing them again later, when they stage a theatrical hold-up of the returning train. The train itself is an appealing collection of streamlined carriages. Boarding the 1968 Kokopelli car (named after a Hopi fertility god), I find myself in a first-class seat with burgundy upholstery above floral carpeting. Our carriage attendant is Alicia, a livewire who dispenses commentary and takes orders for outlandish drinks such as the Peppermint Patty (involving peppermint schnapps and hot chocolate). To complement her efforts, a roaming guitarist plays music, and there's a table of sweet snacks to enjoy. As for the scenery, it's a slow burn as we trundle first across a green plain with low hills and bushes, which gradually transforms into a rocky, arid landscape. Approaching the canyon, it changes once again, as the railway becomes surrounded by trees. After just over two hours we arrive at Grand Canyon Village, the settlement that developed around the railway. A walk up a set of steps takes me toward the South Rim, with the Grand Canyon beyond. I decide to approach this marvel with eyes lowered (not closed, I'm not that reckless), so I can take it in all at once.
