
Lamy station, New Mexico. Not a lot to do.
I spent a few hours at Lamy train station, waiting for the westbound Southwest Chief to take me from Santa Fe, New Mexico to Williams, Arizona (for the Grand Canyon). It was hot. It was dusty. It was endless.
Every now and then, the station master would add a new figure to the ETA post-it note.

Delay after delay after delay.

Lamy station Indicator board. About as low tech as it gets.
Peering down the rails. Still nothing. Still waiting.

Still no train.
I always remember the times I spent waiting for the train when I was much younger. Having a car now completely changes things. Thanks for sharing the post! 🙂
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Thanks for commenting! I’m glad you liked the post. Waiting for transport really is dead time, isn’t it? ;(
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I hope there was somewhere for you to get a drink!!
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No! Not even a station canteen/refreshment place. Very grim. Very 1880s! (without cowboys)
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Dismal then. Cowboys would have livened it up.
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LOL!
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