Things sure have changed in Austin since 1981. Then, the Amtrak station was in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, so isolated that I halfway expected to see tumbleweeds blowing across the tracks.
The station was so freshly rebuilt that it still smelled of new concrete ...
... or maybe that was the cement plant beside the bridge, just a stone's throw away:
The train from San Antonio, then named the Inter-American, approaches the station:
