First, Low traveled to Emeryville, some 20 minutes from central San Francisco. There, at 9:10 a.m., he boarded the California Zephyr for the first leg of his incredible adventure. As the train pulled out of the station and began skirting the waters of the San Francisco Bay Area, Low sat back and soaked up the view.
Before long, the infamous fog rolled in off the bay and Low’s view became obscured. With nothing much to see outside the window, he then drifted off to sleep. However, when he awoke, something amazing had happened. The scenery had shifted to the wooded hillsides of northeast California. Low and his fellow passengers were enthralled.