Union Station, Washington, DC

Unlike yesterday, we had ample more than enough time to view the station where we connected with our next (and last) train.

No private sleeping compartment on this train from Washington to Lynchburg -- we're riding with hoi polloi and listening to multiple cell phone conversations.

We're looking forward to sleeping in a real bed tonight. Cynthia is already happier after a few hours of wi-fi availability in the station, and now on the train. She hasn't needed any sweet treats.