Someone always thinks the train is going the wrong way. Not because the route is wrong.
Because it is moving away from everything familiar. The tracks leave the little depot behind, the roads start disappearing, and suddenly the only view is trees, fields, lakes, and old crossings sliding past the windows.
In autumn, this Indiana rail adventure turns especially dramatic, with maples and hickories changing the scenery mile by mile. The passenger cars are historic too, dating from the early 1900s through the 1950s…