It was like stepping back in time, to 1950 specifically. The train pulled into the station in Emeryville, Calif., and a porter dressed in a white pressed shirt and black bow tie grabbed our luggage. The train whistle blew as the car pulled out of the station and the porter showed us to our sleeper cabin, complete with ensuite shower and vintage accoutrements, including a retro fan and a buzzer to hail for assistance, should we need anything. Then off to the art deco dining car for a nightcap, an Old Fashioned seemed fitting, before tucking in. After a somewhat bumpy night of sleep (all part of the fun), we awoke to the most stunning sunrise views, somewhere in Northern California, of mountain vistas covered in dense forest and rolling rivers. A couple more hours of sleep, then it was time for breakfast, a selection of eggs, fruit, yogurt and granola. Later that afternoon, after several hours of reading, chatting, landscape gazing and a light lunch we would pull into Portland's Union Station. This, my frenzied friends, is the way to travel.