Arriving at 6am after a 6-hour ride from Sandpoint, Idaho, you arrive in the small town of Leavenworth, Washington on the one west-bound train of the day. As you de-board the train, with only a handful of other travelers, you begin to wonder…where am I? In that moment you’re surrounded by epic mountain ranges and trees that are native only to the Pacific Northwest and you just spent the last two hours of your train tip hugging the Columbia River. It’s magical. It’s quiet. It’s serene.
Because the town is so small, you have to set up a transfer ahead of time. Despite the short distance to town, adventurers shouldn’t try to walk to the main strip as the route is windy without a pedestrian route. As you embark on your one-mile transfer, you are transferred from this random mountain drop-off to this fantasy tourist town that is Leavenworth. Within two seconds, America becomes Bavaria and you are immediately willkommen. The buildings look authentic as can be and you can’t help but stare at the incredible view.