My Amtrak journey to Las Vegas was quite an adventure. There were beautiful views, long stretches of track, nights when the rocking train made sleep difficult, and plenty of time to think. But looking back, some of the most memorable parts of the journey didn't happen while I was looking out the window. They happened in the dining car. When you travel solo on Amtrak, you may be seated at a table with other passengers.

I finally got a chance to sit and relax in the observation car, watching the world go by. There was something so peaceful about it. No rushing. No schedule I had to manage. No class to teach. No video to edit. Nothing I needed to accomplish at that moment. I could simply sit.

I arrived at the Amtrak station last night with mixed thoughts running through my mind. Apparently, there were a few too many thoughts because I got out of the taxi and left my backpack behind! Thankfully, the driver was paying attention. He called out to me before pulling away and handed me my backpack.

I love to travel, especially by train. Recently, I took the train from my hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to Baltimore, Maryland. I had been invited there to teach an exercise class for people with limited mobility, and I was looking forward to the experience. Little did I know that getting there—and getting back home—would become an adventure of its own.

Remember when getting there was part of the vacation? There was a time when travel wasn't simply about getting from Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. The journey itself was part of the adventure. You packed your bags. You arrived at the station. You heard the announcements and watched people coming and going. Then came those wonderful words: “All aboard!” You found your seat, settled in beside the window, and watched the world begin to move. Maybe it's time for us Bo