Train Journeys - I

I climbed on board the Dover/Manhattan train one morning at the whistle stop at Mt. Tabor, New Jersey and settled down onto a comfortable seat as the train took off toward Morristown, Newark and the Penn Station in New York. New Jersey is known as the garden state and, as to be expected, we passed some beautiful townships, parks and some lovely sights. After Newark, the train dipped underground below the Hudson River which separates the shores of New Jersey and Manhattan. For some time we were literally underwater deep in the bowels of the earth until the train suddenly emerged from the ground before it pulled into the Penn Station in midtown Manhattan. It was quite an interesting experience to be sitting in a train that went into the earth like a legendary dragon and re-emerged on solid ground again.