Where's our Ski Train?

One of my old friends holds Swiss citizenship. He's a skier and spent many of his visits to Switzerland—some of which involved compulsory military service—hitting the slopes. While he regularly drove to the mountains, his stories involving passenger rails stood out. Instead of sitting in car traffic, he'd hop on the train to Andermatt, fighting for a ski rack position amongst a crowd of fellow skiers. Once a spot was secured, watching the scenery—and a single transfer—was